On Monday this week we had our fire alarm service, this had been delayed a few months, but I felt it was critical it took place. It was planned with military precision, the engineer had a precise time he had to arrive, I was with him at all times cleaning behind him (he was in full PPE), the residents were shielded away from him. The residents were moved into the garden for his arrival. When he had left I went into the garden, to find a calm oasis of smiling faces, which turned into an impromptu dancing event. Clapping, cheering, laughing. The birds were singing, the flowers were in bloom. Later on we had a story telling game, all the residents adding bits to the story. In the other lounge the residents were watching family videos of great grandchildren racing around and singing. The residents are fine, happy and safely cocooned, we continue to keep smiling behind the masks and do everything in our power to keep everyone safe. Last week I had a week away from LTC.
A diary of daily life in a small privately owned residential care home, specialising in the care of those living with dementia.