Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Christmas, how do I not love thee, let me count the ways.
Mother is still here, sister is still whinging, the cat stops me running away from home and I need a full moon in the sign of money. I don't have any presents to buy this year and I look like getting a good meal on the day even if it means I have to go to the Home.
Our resident loopydemented who it seems actually has to really hurt someone like in maybe kill is no longer waiting on the full moon to go crackers. I have been informed that I should have more sympathy for this resident as she does not know what she is doing. Crapola she does and she should not be in a place where she can't be under observation 24 hours. The staff does their best but while they are controlling her, they have to leave other residents. And what can a carer do when she is sitting beside her watching a resident have nail polish put on and the carer looks up and sees loopy drinking the nail polish. Doc Marvin has already had words with the DON but it's up to the family for the last word. There are places, quite secure where she can walk around inside and out and that is where she should be. Mother's roomie has very bad legs which have to be dressed and it's so painful that she cries the whole time so she didn't need loopy to come in and go to grab both legs through the blankets. When her husband told her to go, loopy punched him full in the chest, a ninety year old man. She punches the carers, knocked the older ladies to the ground and steals whatever takes her eye. Then last week there was the complete striptease in the day room and that's a sight I'm glad I'll never have in my memory bank.
I will be having Christmas lunch in mum's room. My Christmas baubles are all neatly put away. I take them out, have a look at the gorgeous things and put them back. I will just do the usual thing and spray the dust hanging from the ceiling with gold paint with a new ornament this year, a dead spider hanging from the light. I haven't removed him, the body reminds me of that gorgeous image of the chandelier hanging from the wreck of the Titanic, gently swaying in the current. Ornaments were pretty crappy this year and expensive. I looked everywhere for a matte plum colour in a round ball, nada. And the cat is not co-operating. I had thoughts of sending you all a Christmas card, a very exclusive card of a lovely white cat wearing a red velvet Santa hat. I even cut little holes in it for his ears to poke through. The hat he tolerated, the camera not a bit. The only way I'll get his head to stay still is to nail his ears to the wall. The other problem is getting him in a position where you can't see last year's litter all over the lounge.
I am getting a present for me. I'm going up to DJ's and demanding they spray me with YSL's Opium Black. None of those stupid little flicks of paper, I want the real stuff on me and if I do it the day before Christmas it should last 24 hours if I hold my arm out of the shower. I must be getting old, there was a time I wouldn't have thought 2 seconds before I shelled out $180 for this gift set. I might waver in these last weeks after all I did find a block of Lindt behind the Bombay Sapphire when I really needed chocolate this week. I always hide the chocolate behind the gin because I don't drink gin in winter, in summer I hide it behind the port. Who says women can't handle logic.