Back to basics !!!

So my week begins with the Monday morning handover of the primary Jeeves's. Usually an uneventful process of chit chat and swopping notes as to the week gone by, my progress and certain issues that need to be addressed for the following week. I'm talking about skin maintenance, posture correction, bowel care etc etc etc. all daily routines that need attention, and really speaking should pose little if any problems !!

Problem is.....primary Jeeves's hate one another !! Barely civil to each other, and for the past few Monday's, the tension has been growing,...... And I mean growing !!!! So there I sit sipping on a Nescafé, looking out over my beloved railway tracks, gearing myself up to another day of reading Alice in Wonderland to the blank screen of my PC, and WHAM !!......... Both of them screaming and shouting at one another in the kitchen insisting I make a call on who is right / wrong. The issue being that Jeeves 1, coming on duty has noticed a few crumbs under the bed, and therefore the room has not been hoovered, I mean....... Get a grip !! So we sit down to an indaba, both most unhappy, and both threatening to call the agency and resign !

I flip my lid, and for the first time since my injury, I lose total control ! I am shaking with anger and really cannot have a gun put to my head. I blast the both of them for pettiness etc, and in front of them call the agency and ask for replacements ! I can see both of them passing loose stools as they watch in horror as I simply will not take the bait. All settles down as we resolve the crumb issue, a call back to the agency to retract my request ! And we are back on track again. I cannot lose energy on micro- management.

Primary Jeeves 2 is the new kid on the block ! Is a SA guy, pleasent enough, but has not really understood the boundaries. There is a very fine line to be adhered to between carer, patient scenario.
Firstly, as difficult as it is, they are not, and cannot be your friends !! - that only leads to complacency, slip ups and slackness all round. I have sat with him and explained that I am not his bro ( if I wanted to be called bro, I would move to the Bronx ), Kiff, groovy, leaker are no longer part of my vocabulary ( and if they were I would have ABBA blasting out of the stereo ). None of which he has really grasped, and continual late wake up times are unacceptable in dealing with the routines lifestyle that has been dealt me. He is to be replaced !

The second week of alcatraz was amazing ! Program filled with Physio an OT ! Definitely a big change in the bodily functions, and a renewed vigor to find my legs again ! Added extra excersises, FES machines in place and all carers present and tought on how to work them. We move forward, and every day, week, shows a little more improvement. Ever hopeful, and trusting and working on rebuilding this body ! IT WILLHAPPEN !,

Remember to visualise the out come, remain positive, trust and believe !!!

As always, sent with love and ongoing good health wishes. ,,, !!!

G.