One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Embrace with Grace the Assisted Living Life
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One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
One aspect of assisted living that I am working to embrace is the lack of privacy. It is a necessary evil, but I must consider it a necessary inconvenience. Caregivers must have keys to my door and must be able to come in whenever. I need this. It is a good thing. But, I still miss a private sanctuary. Multiple sclerosis took that from me and I hate it.
Around 5AM one day, I was asleep in the living room and I hear the door unlocked and suddenly a tall man carrying a large box was in front of me. I turned on the lights to find a man holding a large, yellow, plastic container.
"Who ARE you?" I asked. He was the night security guard and my "before 6AM, left at your door" grocery delivery was in the container. (a small sack of food) I had ordered it early so that my 6AM wake-up/bathe/dress call caregiver could pick up my bananas for the morning breakfast.
Yes, it takes getting used to, but I was desperate before for help and now I have it. Next I must learn to accept and embrace with grace all the good with the bad. This new life will test me for sure.
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