Not terribly demanding/Forget me not

My guy has slept all day.
He spent 4 hours in dialysis, which by the way, is a fucking frightening process to watch. The mere fact that pints of blood are being exchanged from the human to the machine and viceversa. Im not afraid of blood, i am however afraid of people and their stupid/irratic behavior. All it would take is for someone to pull out a tube, just one tube and dude is fucked. It doesnt help that this guy is prone to such behavior.

The day before he threw a chair through a window and spent the rest of the day tied down like a lunatic in arkham asylum.

When we returned his wife spent the entire afternoon with him so i watched tv down the hall with a group of older ladies. Not a terribly stressful day.

Things did get a bit interesting when he spent the last 2 hours of my shift wandering back and forth in his room. Once in a while he would run for the door and i would have to stand in front of it to prevent him from leaving. That part was amusing.

Since that shift was particularly uneventful i will add this second shift that occured most likely that same week.

Have a guy with Alzheimers today. Its sad as fuck. He has the same look in his eyes as my dog had in the last few hours before we had him put down. Sorta like hes lost and sad but has no clue as to why. Dude cant be any older than 57. His wife was a sweetheart. I feel horrible for her as she has to watch the man she loves decay into a vegetable like state. I can only imagine how the children feel, if they have any. They seem young enough that they would have been in and around my age if they existed. Cant imagine what itd be like to see your father, a man usually held in high regard, the breadwinner, man of the house hold become a babbling, diaper wearing, blank slate. There is nothing you can do about it. Nothing. Worse yet, you may fall prey to this and your children and possibly their children will have to endure the same.

He spent most of the day mumbling in a low voice nonsensically. Every once in a while i felt compelled to give him a hug or pat him on the back just to let him know that there was some sort of human contact there for him. We spent a period of time waiting outside a doctors office. I kept my head on his shoulder. I had to redirect his hands away from his catheter as he kept wanting to touch it. Dunno if it helped but it felt necessary to talk to him like he was still a functioning human being.

PS
I had a 15 minute conversation with a nurse who gave me her tips on how she beats constipation.
Gross.


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