What Time Is It?

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Added: Sun. Jun 19, 2011 4:29pm
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What time is it ?
It’s time to give up my life as I know it and go quietly to the nursing home.
We enter through the big glass doors and I see strange people in wheel chairs, people wearing scrubs and one man moaning .
These sights scare me, I want to go home.
One lady approaches me and says “Welcome to your new home
Come lets see your new room.”
I was put in a wheelchair and taken down a long hallway and there are carts with cleaning supplies on it and laundry carts along with the nurses meds carts. All so strange to me. Everything seems so noisy to me, not like the peace and quiet I left behind. I was taken into my room and told I needed to get undressed and answer some questions and told someone would be in shortly.
A nurse came in and helped me get undressed and then examined my body with a fine tooth comb. Any mark on my body was recorded.
I was asked questions about my eating and sleeping habits if I knew who was president and what year it was. Then I was weighed.
By now my head was reeling from it all…I just want to go home!
My first night was awful people in and out of the room all night. They kept coming in to check my vital signs the lady in the next bed was crying out for her father. The only person I had shared a room with in the last 47 years was my husband. Oh God! I want to go home!
The days went by and I was fighting my new routine. I hated to be told what time to get up, eat, sleep and shower . The only nice part of my days were when the activity people came in to take me to one of their programs. They had Trivia, Down Memory Lane, Special entertainers who came in to sing and put on shows ,some even with little children.
We had Bingo, and Black Jack, Poker and even Bean Auctions.
We had High Tea’s, Red Hat parties, special programs for the men, we even had our own bus to take us out to the local Wal-Mart and outings.
After about two weeks I began to get to know my caregivers and realized they were pretty nice. I started to talk to them and they with me.
After about a month I was taken out to my daughters home for lunch.
We had a lovely day together I enjoyed it so!
My daughters battery on her watch must have stopped as she asked Mom do you know what time it is?
 I said yes my dear I think it’s time you take me back home.