Sunday

Alison was asleep in the dark when I arrived at 6:30. Her "food" was sitting on a tray next to her untouched.  I woke her up and she said she was hungry. She could not eat the food they served her and she spit out the meat. I got her food from the fridge. She ate the rest of her lobster bisque and a yogurt. She has requested Whispread cheese, Alouette cheese, more bisque and ginger ale. I've been racking my brain for more food ideas. Suggestions are welcomed!

Alison said she got a full bath and hair wash. She was happy about that. She asked why her physical and speech therapies have been stopped. She was not happy about that. She told me about the nurse Reenie hired. I asked her if she liked her and I got the expected "no". Why? She said she is young. She had nothing else to say about it. I think she is grateful for the extra care.

I told her that a pipe burst in her house but it was discovered in time and nothing was ruined except the wall. She started to think about where else she could live when she gets out. So she has hope despite being sad/mad about where she is. 

She says her roommate is evil/two-faced. 

We laughed a few times. I asked her if she would be interested in some crystal/spiritual healing. She said yes and started to cry. She asked what she did that was so bad to deserve this existence. :(

I told her I would research some crystals and bring her dream catcher to hang over her bed. 

Next week we start our Downton Abbey therapy. I think it will be a nice escape from BridgePark for both of us.