August 2008

There's nothing to say. I've run out of energy. I can't muster a cheery hello when I go in to see him any more. Sometimes I even forget to talk to him, just sit beside him and talk to the staff. How must that feel for him - completely ignored even by his visitor. If he knows I'm his visitor. He does recognise me as being someone he should know, but who he thinks I am is anyone's guess.

My admiration for the staff just gets more and more. I know I complain about some of them and their apparent lack of respect for the residents, but I know it's a job I could never do, I know that for every resident there is a type of caring ( and carer ) that is just right, and that they are ( mostly ) deeply decent people. There are very few other jobs where the staff would attend events, give up their spare time, volunteer for extra duties and all for minimum wage.