I'm back in my apartment because Harry had to be taken to the hospital. He's been released, I found out this a.m. and is with his daughter that lives in CA. She is at his house now and I don't know what they are going to do. Both daughters want him to go into a home for seniors, so we'll see.
I was learning so much about Harry, and do have some stories to tell, just from the short time I was with him. I will be honest in saying he got very frustrated with me, as I didn't do things the way he was used to. I know he liked me, and one moment he was so glad I was there, and the next he was gripin about me on the phone with his daughter, lol, I'm laughing but I admit it made me sad too. I got used to that, or started to understand the mood changes, whatever it was and he even said on Wednesday a.m. that we were doing pretty good together weren't we. I agreed
I did want to let folks that have been so supportive to me, what was going on. Yes, I am out of work again, but also, I miss the good times Harry and I were having. We watched the news the other night, or maybe it was morning? I can't remember now, hah, the blind leading the blind. Well, there was a story on a Gorilla who had to have a cesarean and a woman did most of the caring for the baby through it's premature/incubator period. Then came time to introduce the baby to it's mom. It was tense because they weren't sure how the mother gorilla would be. So they first put the baby close to the cage in it's human mother's arms so the gorilla could see the baby. Mom just sat there. Then they had to go a step further and put the baby in the straw in with it's mother. She came over and started gently lifting the babies head and she took it up in her arms. It was really touching, and I was sobbing a bit, tearing up. Harry had been ooooooing and aweing so I looked over and he was crying. From that moment on, I was totally endeared to Harry. Then again, not 5 minutes later he was cheering some guy on to kick a little dog that was trying to bite him, lol! Harry is a trip
As That Guy might say, psychadelic (blow your mind):lofl:
Another few minutes later, I checked on him while fixing lunch or dinner, and he was staring down toward the floor with the most heartbreaking sad eyes I can ever recall seeing. I recognized it right away, depression. I found out that Harry had lost much of the use of his legs because after his wife died 5 years ago, he wouldn't get out of his chair, I mean, most of that 5 years had been spent in his chair until his legs became so weak. I think the nurse called it atrophy?? Where the leg muscles shrink up, something like that
Well, enough, I have been feeling sick for 2 days since I came back home. The forum has done a lot for me, so thanks to all of you, just for being here. I tried for a ranch-sitting job, easy, sheep just eat grass and 2 dogs to feed (the big guardian dogs, I so love them
but the lady decided her neighbor would watch her place.
I guess the best part of being with Harry was we laughed together, sparred back and forth, and we even cried together
I'll never regret staying with him, I learned so much, denise
