Round Two

If you read my blog post titled “A Simple Cup Of Coffee” dated 06/29/2013, you might recall that I agreed to look in on my mother at the Care Center where she lives last weekend and this weekend since my brother, Danny, and his wife, Bea, were moving into their new house. In that blog I talked about how I spent the morning with mom doing word puzzles and playing bingo until it was time to go to the dining room for lunch. Then, I shared what a “riot” that was after one of the residents grabbed a coffee cup off the table my mother is assigned to and wouldn’t give it back…

Well, fast forward to this morning when I went back again to fulfill my promise to my brother, Danny, that I would check in on mom again since Danny and Bea are still finishing up with their move.

When I walked into the activity room I found my mother sitting there all alone doing nothing. She looked surprised to see me even though I told her on Wednesday when I visited her that I would be back over the weekend… So since no one was around and it didn’t appear that the activity director had arrived to work yet, I asked mom if she would like to go back to her room and I would help clean out some of the “way too much stuff” she has accumulated again since the last time I thinned out her room for her… My mother was very hesitant and said “OK” but then said she didn’t want me to throw anything away… I asked mom how many straws she really needs seeing how she has enough stuffed into a Christmas coffee cup to start her own factory…


And I asked her why she thought she needed to keep the bed pads on top of her night stand instead of keeping them in a drawer for the Aides to have when they need them? And why are you keeping all the old menu’s from months ago…? And why can’t we clean off the TV cart shelf and put the green shower bag in the closet so everything is not just all piled up to the ceiling…??? Mom didn’t say anything except “if you want to clean, clean, but don’t throw anything away and don’t disturb the babies sleeping in my bed…”


I could see I was getting nowhere and I couldn’t see just moving one pile to another so I said “let’s just go back to the activity room to see if anyone showed up yet.

When we arrived in the activity room, the room was beginning to fill up as residents who had just finished with their breakfasts were being brought in from the dinning room. It didn’t take long before the residents started asking where the activity director was and they all wanted to know what they were supposed to do now… I asked the duty nurse if he knew if the activity director was in the building or if she was running late? The duty nurse told me the activity director was running late as she had to take the bus on Saturday’s but she should be arriving soon. Well, when the residents heard the activity director was going to be late, they all started asking who was going to get them their coffee since they were suppose to have coffee social hour now… I looked around and noticed the coffee pot was on the counter so I said I’ll make the coffee, anything to keep the peace in the room… I rummaged around in the cupboards and found some ground coffee but no measuring spoon so I just dumped what I thought to be enough coffee grounds to make a full pot into the filter basket and pushed the on button. Simple enough and everyone was happy that coffee was cooking… Then I stared looking for coffee cups…I’m thinking OMG I hope this is not going to be a repeat of the coffee cup episode again…I looked through every cupboard but no coffee cups… Now, the residents are getting restless and one of them started pounding on the table saying where is my coffee, where is my coffee…that was all it took to get the other’s in the room to chime in  and now they are all yelling “where is my coffee…” I finally looked in one of the drawers and bingo…I found coffee cups…thank you Jesus!

I walked over to the tables and asked two residents at a time how they like their coffee. Lucky for me the first two just wanted theirs black. So I started pouring coffee for them when all of a sudden, I heard a loud crash and as I turned around I saw the same woman who grabbed the coffee cup from my mother’s dinning room table last weekend, sitting with the blackboard, used to post the daily activities, on top of her head! Now, keep in mind there was no nurse or aide in the activity room and the activity director had not yet arrived. So I went over to the woman and asked if she was OK. That’s when she looked up at me and screamed “get me my lawyer, I’m going to sue this —- place!



I ran out into the hall to see if I could find any staff member to come and see if the woman was OK. Not a good idea. As I was leaving to find a staff member I heard the other residents saying  that the woman who knocked the blackboard over on herself was as “crazy as a bed bug, and you can’t trust her with anything.” Well, I found one of the aides and as we were walking back into the activity room, sure enough, the woman who knocked over the blackboard was reaching for the full, hot-pot of coffee and attempting to pour herself a cup…I grabbed the hot coffee pot from her hand and told her she couldn’t do that or she was going to scald herself. She looked up at me and screamed “well good, more reason for me to sue, now get me a — cup of coffee! I said look, I don’t even work here, I was just trying to help out…to which that woman said “well you sure as hell didn’t do a very good job!

OMG, I swear you can’t just make this stuff up…if anyone has an elderly parent they understand the challenges, but when you get a room full of “elderly parents” together with all of their different challenges, all I can say is don’t try to help, just go get the hired help!

Stay tuned!

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. katsbynp
    Jul 07, 2013 @ 12:53:04

    Great story! Working with mostly elderly patients I do believe you. Thanks for sharing your stories. I look forward to your posts and you are a great writer.


  2. gotham girl
    Jul 08, 2013 @ 13:01:43

    You can’t make this stuff up! I love these stories! MORE!! xoxo


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