Mr. L has been come and go in our floor few times. They call it frequent flyer. Before he got skin cancer (they said he used to have a tanning machine at home) and lost his wife two years ago, he worked for a telecommunicate company and was a pastor. As a 82 year old with cancer, he is better than other elders of the same age. First when he came to the floor, he could still walk with his cane and walker. He is getting weaker and weaker. This time he is juat pretty much stay in bed calling for assistances.
There are some clients that I like to stay and talk with in their rooms. Mr. L is one of them. He is polite and I think he is a really wise gentleman. That day I was helping him and passing medication in his room. "Hey! Chickadee" he called. I turned my head toward him with a big question mark on my face. "What is Chickadee?" I asked. Then he explained what chickadee means to me. Chickadee is a little bird usually indicating young and little girls. Then he asked me do you know what people call a old women. They say old hen. Well, I guess compare to his age I could be a chickadee. Everyday, I learn new words and things. This one is funny. If fact, when I checked on chickdee's really picture. They are so cute.
