Today, my daughter and I went to visit my brother and take him out to breakfast. When I got to the nursing home, I found out that all his socks had been lost and he wasn't wearing any. This is just so hard to believe how mismanaged the laundry service is. The nurse told me to get white socks and label them with big black letters, that it might work better. I went out later and bought him 12 new pairs and did the labeling. We will see how long they last.
Tonight they called at 9:15 to let me know he had been picking at his scalp again, and that there was a skin tear. Of course, my heart jumped when I got a call from the nursing home so late. I asked them not to call unless it was a real emergency, but they said they the law compels them to do so.
Nonetheless, by brother was chipper. He said that the big news that week was that someone the fire alarm had gone off erroneously. (at least this is his version, it might have been a drill.) I asked him what they did during a fire drill. He said they took everyone out of the main activities room and put them in the hallways. (he lives on the second floor.) Most of the patients are in wheel chairs and not mobile. It is scary to think of what they would do if there was a real fire and they had to get people downstairs right away. I told my brother I think he is strong enough to slowly go down the stairs by himself, and that he could walk, if he had to, without his walker. I hope he realizes this if an emergency ever really happened.
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