#WeekendCoffeeShare, Non-Fiction

July 2022 Weekend Coffee Share #76

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I would tell you that my dad’s funeral was sad, but we were grateful that he was out of his pain and finally back with his wife, his soulmate. Since he was in the military they had a flag line leading into the funeral home and then the Air Force came out to present the flag.

Losing my dad was harder than losing my mom. Although I am the oldest child I was unable to take care of the things that needed to be done for my father to be in the nursing home and then the funeral. My sister took over the duties that needed to be done. I am grateful for her being able to take care of everything. She is actually the baby of the family, but my brother wasn’t able to do it either. Thankfully I was able to go to the funeral myself. My oldest daughter and her family picked me up and my youngest daughter who almost missed it since she overslept, took me home.

All I do is read and sleep. I don’t do much else and writing is not even in my interests at this time still. I don’t know if I will ever write again or not. Right now there is absolutely no desire. Maybe when I am done mourning the loss of my dad things will change.

I am still waiting for the assisted living facility to open. It is now a year since I applied. Good thing I have my apartment still. This is crazy. A lot of people couldn’t wait and had to look elsewhere. I want this place since it has private rooms. They may be small, but the privacy is important. I don’t want to share with anyone.

I am trying to not worry about the aneurysm they found. They feel confident that it won’t be a problem in my lifetime, but 2-3% of people are affected. I want to be in the facility where there is a 24-hour nurse available.

Have a great week, everyone.

Tessa – 

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17 thoughts on “July 2022 Weekend Coffee Share #76”

      1. I moved into the assisted living facility yesterday. It is a small place and I have too much stuff. I had to get rid of a lot and still have too much stuff. I am absolutely exhausted and in pain and I didn’t do much. My daughter did most of it and it was a lot of lifting. Hope I feel like writing again soon. I still don’t feel like it.

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      2. It is taking a lot to get used to it. It’s a cross between a nursing home, a hospital and some freedom. They are always popping into our rooms to check on us which is one of the things I needed but it takes getting used to.

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      3. It will take a lot of adjustment and the employees think they don’t have to do anything. They promised housekeeping and that I didn’t have to bring cleaning supplies because they provided them. The housekeeper came into my room a week and a half after I arrived (they come once a week supposedly) and told me she only sweeps and empties trash. I went to the office again and was told that wasn’t right. She was supposed to sweep, wash the floors, dust, and clean the bathroom. So I will have another enemy here once the office staff tells her what she has to do. She actually thinks sweeping only is housekeeping. Everyone is complaining about how things are running. Now granted they are new and don’t know all the rules and all the rules aren’t figured out as well. I need help bathing and dressing and again they are short handed and so I end up struggling myself to dress and wash up. I can’t shower unless someone is in the room with me. I need help with the bathing and dressing and so they also need to be there to make sure I don’t fall.

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    1. Thanks Trent! I am also glad I was able to make the funeral. I had to demand that the hospital let me out. They weren’t going to do anything else so why keep me. I sat there crying until they finally said let her go.

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  1. I can’t remember whether I read about your Dad’s passing before, but I want to tell you I’m really sorry about your loss. It’s also so frustrating that there’s no news about the assisted living facility as of yet. I completely understand your wish for a private room. Here in the Netherlands, shared rooms are almost unheard of nowadays and I can’t imagine having to share a room either. (I almost had to for my first weekend in the psych hospital back in 2007 but thankfully my would-be roommate had just been discharged.) I really hope you’ll hear something soon. Especially with the aneurysm they’ve found, I can imagine you’d much prefer to live in a place where there’s 24-hour nursing staff available.

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    1. Thanks Astrid! The assisted living place finally got their license and they are slowly moving forward. I had my physical so far. With the pandemic shared rooms are supposed to be going away, but there are still plenty out there.

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  2. I hope something opens up for you. I agree, privacy is so important. I’m so sorry about your dad. It’s hard no matter what age to lose parents and then when we feel like we can’t do anything to help, sometimes it makes it harder.

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  3. When my FIL passed away, I felt like I was living two different worlds. I had the grieving world; MIL experienced it the hardest and we supported her by doing all these Vietnamese mourning traditions. It required my husband and I to drive down 100+ miles each week for seven weeks. It felt very slow-moving. And then there was this other world that runs on a different pace. Though I recognize it as “normal” pace, it felt like a high-speed train back to work after coming from bereavement. The world expected me to keep up. I wanted a reset button and the best way I thought at time was to get a new job. I was sad to leave that job because I enjoyed it so much and at the time I thought it was a job I could stay for 10+ years. I felt after working there for six years they’d be understanding of my situation and not ask me to “go, go, go.”

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