Short Thoughts (55)

His room was small, cramped.

Just enough gap between the furniture to navigate to the door.

He smiled. “Sorry, I know I have too much furniture”.

“I would love to have a bigger room, and some outside space”.

“Maybe not a garden, perhaps a large patio where I could sit outside”.

“I would love to spend time outside, in nature”.

“Yes, I know I wouldn’t be able to see it. But I could sense the space”.

I handed him his long white stick after we helped him stand up.

40 thoughts on “Short Thoughts (55)

    1. Thank you, Barbara. This is a memory of one EMT job I did in the 1990s. When the man said he could ‘sense the space’, I never forgot the concept of that.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  1. I sometimes wonder if there is an “assist” in such places or they are for the convenience of the “assistors.” I just wrote to a professor I had back in 61-62 who is living in an assisted living center (assuming he is still alive). When I found out he was there, I had to write, for all too often those places are isolating. Warmest regards, Theo

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    1. They had one person who was on duty all day, and then someone who slept in at night. The residents did their own cooking and shopping, and got themselves washed and dressed. The assistant did the cleaning, and made sure everyone was okay. It was an assistant who called us for the man, as he had been complaining of headaches, and the family doctor sent him in to be seen by the neurologists.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. I once had the good fortune to travel on an “adventure” ship to Antarctica. There was a couple on board who were keen birders. She was totally blind but she got as much out of that trip as anyone. She was amazing, clambering over rocks, in and out of the rubber boats, no problem.

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