Wednesday, March 2, 2011
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather...
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather...
Yeah, it was a beautifully day, lots of sunshine, but no birds chirping though. It was warm in my room this day, the sun shinned fully on my huge big two windows. But when I came outside there was a cold hard wind. We Dutch people like talking about the weather alot, LOL! Every time we see someone we know and we walk towards them for a little chit chat, the first thing we talk about is the weather. Like, "It's cold isn't it?" or, "Geesh, it's so warm today." Typical Dutch. I had a nice long sleep last night.
Usually I wake up at 5:00 am and then I will turn around and around till 6:00 and then I get up. Today aswell I woke up at 5:00 am, turned around and fell asleep again till 7:30, nice. Waking up with muscle pain is not fun, I still feel the sore muscles from last Monday's work. Tomorrow is my second day of working, I'm excited! I hope there is something to do, cause there is not much work lately at Reha. The guy who was working on the bicycle shed is done, I can't wait to see it. This morning after the coffee break, I cleaned some windows and cleaned the upstairs kitchen. Yes, it was that time again, cleaning duties! Some people hate it, some people don't, I don't mind.
My aunt told me last night that my Dad fell again, it sure wasn't the first time he felt. His (old) legs are sometimes not willing what he wants, he walks recently with a walker. He had many little accidents the last ten years, he really needs to relax and not be so stubborn. Sometimes he still thinks he's 30 or 35, thinking he can do everything. The nurses are helping him with mostly everything, putting his clothes off and on, going to the bathroom, making food, getting him up out of his chair sometimes, putting him to bed and getting him out of bed. Yesterday he fell like I said and he bruised his thumb according to my Aunt.
I visited him late in the morning, and the nurse told me that his thumb was half bruised. He looked fine and we talked normally, I guess he felt so many times in the last ten years that he gets used to it. His thumb had a bandages and some plasters. The doctor came last night for a short visit and told him to take it easy. Next week the doctor will return for a second visit, the nurses will keep an eye on him and on the bandages and plasters. You know, I'm happy that he is in a eldery house, cause there's now way he could take care of himself for 24 hours a day. It's a relief for him and me.
It's Wednesday and that means the 'free' dinner in the late afternoon, today there was pasta on the menu, it tasted nice, but I couldn't eat the second plate what they usually offer. The walk back to Humanitas was cold, it's going to be a cold night. Today wasn't much interesting, it was just a day like normal. I was floating trough the day, taking it easy. This day was a bit better then yesterday when I had these 'moments', I only had a few today. I was walking to the church for the free dinner, and I walked along a shop and saw myself trough a window.
And I thought to myself, "Look at me, while I'm walking with the other guys," it was a awkward and strange moment. Suddenly it hits you, that 'sad' moment when I saw myself. I had the same feeling while I had the dinner, suddenly, 'beng,' there it was again. Just a moment of thoughts, thoughts like, 'what am I doing'? 'I don't belong here,' Last year I was in Canada, and now I'm here.' And then when someone is saying something, or makes a noise, you kinda wake up and move along. It happens to me often, you move on but sometimes these 'thoughts.'