Many people don't realize how much fun people have in a nusrsing home.
My mother had a stroke just about 8 weeks ago, and she can hardly communicate. We do get some smiles and grins and squeezing of the fingers along the way. That, in itself, is great joy to us. We had an especially fun event that happened yesterday and today.
One of the aides often comes to her weekend job with her fingernails painted some crazy color. We've talked about it before, and I've discovered that her 6 year old daughter often picks out which color her mother will wear. It was, in my view, an ugly green . . and it was not a pretty sight!
She was showing her chartreuse fingernails to mother yesterday, and she asked my permission to paint mother's nails. Well, today when RL and I showed up to visit, we were met by three of the workers with big grins on their faces. We went in to see mother only to discover all of her nails painted chartreuse. Every one of the workers kidded mother about the color, and she opently laughed out loud when we spoke about it. She was obviously having a fun time with us and with the workers.
Several people came into her room to look and laugh. It was fun at the nursing home.
I'll never really understand what mother comprehends through these visits. I just know she was laughing and having fun. That's a good thing when you've suffered a stroke at 102.
