Addendum for my Living Will:
I do not want a crown on my head or flowers pinned to my robe. Do not sprinkle me with glitter to cover up the food I spilled on myself. Do not string lights on my wheelchair. If I cannot pick up something pretty and choose to attach it to myself, then don't assume I want that crap stuck all over me. My life has been spent as a fairly dignified person, so don't take that away when I cannot speak for myself. I know my sister will not be able to resist the urge to put lipstick on me, so that gets a pass because she can't help herself where cosmetics are involved.
Your message came across loud and clear,I too think on those lines myself.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
I totally agree, giving people their dignity, whatever their circumstances is so important.
ReplyDeleteI hate the way that the elderly and disabled are so often treated here in the UK.
That comment about the lipstick made me laugh! I'm sure if I get to that point, some poor passerby in the nursing home will say, "Didn't your older sister just say the f-word?" And my younger sibs will say, "No, you just need to have your hearing checked."
ReplyDeleteHahaha! One of the things my mother had made me promise is that whenever she is really ill and/or dies that I MUST draw on her eyebrows. I solemly swear to do so.
ReplyDelete:-)
I am an official glitter sprinkler, so I'm tossing some fairy dust glitter your way right now, even if you hate it!
This fairy dust ensures you'll have a marvelous Christmas.
Merry Christmas and a happy, healthy 2010 to you, Ron, and all your loved ones!!!!! I know you will enjoy the holidays with your kids and all your beautiful, smart, talented grandchildren.
God bless you very much!
My first jobs were in nursing homes and hospitals. They made a big impact on me and formed the way I treat people and want to be treated.
ReplyDeleteThirty + years later I can clearly remember a woman who wanted to use her eyebrow pencil and lipstick. The aide in charge kept taking it away. One day the woman drew in her eyebrows with a blue ink pen. Of course that brought a lot of ruckus and making fun. The next day I bought her some makeup and skipped lunch to make her up each day.
I'm happy to say that I think residential care has come a long way since then. The 1970s were grim.