I Took Mr. Traffic To The Movies

To see Star Trek last night for the ten o'clock showing. It wasn't until we were underway that he told me that he has a nine o'clock appointment with the burn and wound unit. It was rather scary. I thought he was so much better, and it turns out he's still very frail. I was afraid he would not be able to walk across the lobby, then he took a rest on a bench after he did get across. Then I worried whether he would be able to make it to the end of the hallway to the movie . But he manged. He kept falling asleep during the movie and then would wake up and complain that he didn't know what was going on. But, at the end, he said it was a good movie.

I'm going to have to admit now that Mr. Traffic must be a little senile. I don't think it's the drugs making him wonky. I don't know what to do. He needs a little managing, but I don't really have the time. Then there's the fact that he can't remember what's been told to him. How am I to help him, if he can't remember the names of the organizations that are dealing with him? If I say the right name, he remembers what that name is connected to. For instance, I have discovered that the girl who "helps" him, is an employee of In Home Health Care, which was what I was trying to get for him. He said that there was a social worker, who sat down with him, and her, and decided what she could do for him. I want to talk to this social worker and find out what was decided, and why.

He still can't remember my phone number or where he has put it, or how to retrieve it on his phone. He can't phone anyone, because of this.

Mr. Traffic has decided to purge his stuff. I don't know whether it's because he realized that he couldn't get around in the house because of the clutter, or he realized it needed organization after staring at it all this time, trapped on the couch. He says that there is a ton of stuff down the side of the house, waiting to removed by the trash company. So, there will be no more pictures of the plane. He gave it away to someone. But he seems to be happy, besides complaining about his level of constant pain.
I wish I could be of more help to him.