On Sunday morning a client of ours called on call in a panic because his Amdal Caregiver had not arrived yet to take him to his appointment. I recognized his voice since I had just spoken to him a few days prior, I reminded him that his appointment was for Monday and that a caregiver would be there to get him to his appt on time. He was very embarrassed,  I told him we all get mixed up on the days and that I do it myself quite often. Later I received a poem from this client via the caregiver that worked for him Monday.  It was so wonderful I asked to post it on the website. It reads;

 

Just a line to say I’m living

That I’m not among the dead

Tho I’m getting more forgetful

And more mixed up in the head

 

For sometimes I can’t remember

When I stand at the foot of the stairs

If I must go up for something

Or if I’ve just come down from there

 

And before the fridge so often

My poor mind is filled with doubt

Have I just put the food away

Or have I come to take it out

 

And then when it is dark out

With my night cap on my head

I don’t know if I’m retiring

Or just getting out of bed

 

So if it is my turn to write you

There’s no need of getting sore

I may think that I have written

And don’t want to be a bore

 

So remember I care for you

And I wish that you were here

But now it’s nearly mail time

So ill say good bye my dear

 

There I stood beside the mailbox

With a face so very red

Instead of mailing you my letter

I had opened it instead!

 

A very sweet poem from a very sweet man, makes me realize how thankful I am to have the opportunity to work with these wonderful clients that we have.

 

 

Kelli Aguallo

Amdal Staffing Coordinator