I Am Sorry

Pawn Stars

For almost two days I have been a ghost, and no one has seen me, but I am alright. I have been answering the phone, that has been ringing off the hook, from the ad I placed. I received calls from very young girls to elderly ladies of 76 years old. Not that 76 is so old, but I think too old to pick Al up from the floor when he falls.

Last night I did end up giving Al a few moments of sunshine after talking to many strangers. I took him out to eat and then went to Wal-Mart to window shop. This morning he got up at nine thirty and I stood at the corner of the desk, and watched his legs freeze while coming down the hall. He gets about five feet from me and starts to walk towards me and before I could blink one eye, forward he fell. He missed the desk and went straight to the floor. It was almost a graceful fall, no hard thump, just going down.

I tried to pick him up, but I couldn’t do it. When you have an ill person and they can not help themselves much, and then fall, it is like dead weight, times two. I managed to get a table chair over to  him, and with much coaxing and patience, the chair, he and I made it to the sitting position and in the chair. He was alright, but he doesn’t understand why he falls.

I am the first to question, are we going into a different stage or advancing in the stage we are in of Parkinson’s? This is the third fall in less than two weeks. I fixed his complete breakfast today, as I didn’t want him to try to get up and do anything. He ate, but with not much gusto. He seemed tired.

After breakfast, he did clean up his mess and went to his bathroom and brushed his teeth, then instead of coming out here in the living room he went to his bedroom to his recliner. He had a clean brief ready to put on, but never did, until I prompted him. He said that he had forgotten.

I am finding this more and more. Part of it could be explained by the many pain pills he is on, and some of it can be blamed on the true culprit, the Parkinson’s. He thinks of what he needs to do, but I find he doesn’t carry the thought out.

We had two interviews today. The first one was a nice lady who has a special needs child of her own. Her husband works second shift, while she stays home and cares for her child. She has seven years as a CNA and has much experience. She quit her job when the doctors told her that her child was special needs. Now the parents care for their own child by rearranging their own work schedules. I think this is nice, that they think of him first over the money.

The second person was a male and he had many credentials. He seemed very nice also, but we talked more of the religion than anything else. Religion, as you all know, does not bother me, but at this interview it was Al that I wanted the topic to be based upon.

Each interview, Al came out at my prompting, to see and hear the people, but he dozed off for most of the time. His ears were open, but his eyes were closed. He smiled at both of them and answered when questioned.

His interests were perked up when he discovered that the lady loved Storage Wars, and Pawn Stars. He talked the most to her. After both interviews left, Al took his nap and when he got up we discussed what he liked about each interviewer and who he liked best. He chose the lady. His biggest reason was that she was a lady.

Ladies have always cared for him, and I think that was a pull for his side, but I am sure that he liked it because of the Pawn Stars and different shows they both loved.

She will be here six days a week for four hours each day. She will start on Monday. She, Al, and I are very excited. I promised myself that this time, I will not get my hopes up of the forever fairy tales, but I can hope.