I actually made it to Cleethorpes Leisure Centre yesterday morning to self-administer a bit of TLC to my tired body and mind. The aroma in the swimming pool, sauna, and spa, was a pleasant relief from what had accompanied me on my visits to Care Homes the day before: chlorine is preferable to urine. However, it wasn’t just the smell that put me off; it was the look of hopelessness and despair on the faces of residents.
Maureen would have hated being incarcerated in any of the places I visited on Thursday. Her life expectancy would have been months in any one of those Homes – she would have given up: feeling she had been abandoned and deserted in undesirable surroundings. Although they are only the tip of the iceberg I have decided to call a halt on looking at other Care Homes in the area. There seems little point in spending further time looking around when Lindsey Hall Nursing Home ticks all the boxes: my task is to remain patient and find ways of coping until Day Care becomes a viable option. This means taking every opportunity to have a break from my duties as a Care Partner by finding regenerative activities during daily Carer Sits. I will post what I have been up to on this front on a daily basis: it’s one of those occasions when actions will speak louder than words!