22 October 2013

Micro planning

MARIE: I’m away, and it’s great. Away as in on holiday, all on my ownsome, with no responsibility for anyone or anything. Just me and the cats and a pile of books and some gorgeous walks right outside my door for a whole, brilliant week. I picked this place based largely on a user evaluation that declared it a beautiful area and a well-appointed holiday flat, only too bad that the area was kind of boring with no people. YES, I thought, that’s precisely what I want and need.
 
An important bonus is that while I am off communing with nature and literature, Jon is well cared for and feeling quite content. It took some doing, though. I will admit to being a bit of a control freak, but preparations for this trip really tested my skills at micro planning and micro management.
 
Our care liaison at the local authority came round for a long meeting to determine Jon’s needs and to what extent they would be able to meet them. Quite a large extent, I am happy to say. He gets visits at 6 am to fit the duodopa pump, at 8 am to help with showering and dressing and breakfast, at 4 pm as a general check-up (which probably isn’t necessary), at 6 pm to serve dinner, and at 10 pm to disconnect the pump.
 
We had a steady stream of nurses and nursing assistants through the door the last few weeks before I left so that they could all learn how to work the pump, where things are kept, and what must under no circumstances be forgotten. I left them with prepacked drug doses, an appropriate number of home-cooked ready meals in the freezer, and numerous lists of phone numbers and appointments and key points and whatnot – some because I felt it was necessary, others because they asked me.
 
In the middle of all these preparations, it became clear that I was failing to teach Jon how to look after the cats, so further arrangements had to be made for people to come in and care for them during the first few days of my break, until I could make it back to collect the kitties.
 
By the time I finally got here, I so needed a break.
 
We parted on less than happy terms, I’m sorry to say. I needed to do a quick supermarket run before stuffing the cats in the car and setting off, so offered Jon a lift if he too wanted to get some groceries. He accepted, but turned out to want the electronics store rather than the supermarket. In fact, he thought I could just drop him there and he’d take the bus home. Now, 9 times out of 10, that would work fine, but what if this was that dreaded tenth time? What if I got a call half-way across the country to tell me that Jon had fallen down in the street, or got on the wrong bus, or lost his way, or gone OFF and been unable to move – all things that have happened in the past. So I wouldn’t let him take the bus. That pissed him off. So I took him to the electronics store and waited while he did his shopping. That pissed me off. And when it came time for me to leave, he was still too pissed off to say a single pleasant thing to me, even though I begged him repeatedly. Oh well, at least one of us soon forgot that. I really need to stop minding so much and just accept that he can’t help it.
 
I’ve talked to Jon several times since I left and have been relieved to hear that he is well and that the week has brought few challenges. He’d be happy to do this again, and so would I. I hope the nurses agree.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Kære Marie, hvor er det dejligt at læse, at du - også - drager omsorg for dig selv. Man bliver jo slidt ned, hvis ikke man under sig selv glæden og får ladet op. Alt det bedste for dig. Kh Hanne