As promised, I am not moving backwards, no more nattering on about my back condition or anything remotely related to the spinal column. Today it’s all about Francine and how our 94 year-old spent the summer.
How Our 94 Year-Old Spent The Summer
She’s had her ups and downs, truth be told. A few months ago, just days after moving into her new flat, she scraped her shin up pretty badly. I was there and can attest to the fact that 94 year-old skin is like crepe paper. I’ll spare you the gruesome details, but a minor brush against a truck’s runner board that would leave you and I with perhaps a slight graze, had HUGE consequences for our gal. A quick trip to the local Emerge saw her all glued back together. The lovely doctor treated her with just the right amount of humor and respect. He explained that sutures would NOT be efficient and that the skin would be better served by the use of surgical glue. Who knew? Of course, he was so taken with Francine’s amazing fortitude and attitude that he loaded us down with enough bandages and surgical netting for ten patients. Bless him.
Now, eagle-eyed readers will note that I mentioned she’s moved. Yes, Francine has left the building. The folks at the apartment building that she lived in for the past eleven years will miss her dearly. However, under her own steam, she decided that the time had come to move into assisted living. This decision was spurred on by a phone call from her place of choice. A two bedroom had become available. There are only a handful of these in the building and so she snapped it up. Of course, she needs that second bedroom for her art studio. No, the rest of the family has said nothing about the fact that she’s chosen to sleep in the weensy spare bedroom and allowing the paintbrushes, paint pots and canvasses to reside in the master suite. I mean you never know when they’ll need to pop into the en suite bathroom, right?
In true Francine fashion, she’s finding her way in her new reality. She’s set up a meeting with the rest of the residents to discuss the possibility of setting up a newspaper. No surprise there, right? She’s got into a regular bridge foursome and is also managing to navigate the social niceties of the dining room.
I should mention that this isn’t her first rodeo in the land of the care home. She had a brief couple of months in another one when my father was ill and needed full-time care. This is how she sums up this new experience in comparison with the old: “Kelly, that one was where you went to die, here you go to live.” Pretty good, right?
So while she spent the summer swathed in bandages, she’s doing very well on the whole, thank you. Bandages are off and the scar tissue is airing.
My daughter and I were treated to a special dinner with her last night. It was “Fly Me To the Moon” night and we found ourselves with an airline ticket, seated in “first class” and treated to champagne and the delight of a five-piece band. Francine’s only regret was that there wasn’t room for dancing. However, she did manage to get out of me that yes, I am still swatting away on the book and I will provide her with some pages. Soon. Apparently she didn’t want to set off my back pain by asking. Bless her.
If you’d care to pass on your birthday greetings to her, I know she’d be tickled pink. Our Francine turns 95 in a just a few weeks.
Pssst – notice anything different about the look of Just TypiKel? Please say you do. I spent the good part of my day beautifying it. And man alive, I have to say, that’s something I couldn’t do a few years ago. Looks like we’re all evolving. Who knew?