Location: The Imperial Nursing Home
Date: Thursday, March 12, 2015; 6:30-7:45 pm
I was running late this evening
and so jumped in a cab, only to get stuck in traffic. After a discussion with the driver on the
rush hour traffic in Chicago, I still arrived ahead of time. I saw that besides 2 new volunteers there was
someone whom I had seen during my previous visit here. I was checking my messages on the phone and
the new volunteers were on their devices as well. The lady who was a veteran here said that we
should all live without phones for a month.
I said that it would work as long as there were no questions asked of
me! The availability of internet
nowadays has allowed everyone to be connected all the time and so we were
discussing how people are looking of good shopping deals all the time. One volunteer said that they would be scared
to even move away from a webpage lest they lose out!
At Imperial again |
Our Volunteer leader Celene arrived and said that while she
talked to the new volunteers, the rest of us could go inside. As I entered the lovely activity room, I saw
that Polly was sharing a table with Josie.
Polly seemed to recognize me since she said that it had been a long
time. I joined them and asked what was
new with them and they said nothing much.
I said same here. The wheelchair
of one of the residents behind Josie kept bumping into her chair. I guess this
must have annoyed Josie since she just left. Polly said that she was being harassed and
despite Celene chasing her, Josie took the elevator upstairs. Just another day at Imperial hunger
games I guess.
With Josie leaving, we were joined by another resident Alice
and her daughter Annette. We learned
that Alice had just moved in yesterday and so it was her first time at Bingo
here. She was a jovial person and so I
knew that we would have a great time. Polly
told me to make sure she didn't miss her numbers, but she was doing well for
herself, putting her Bingo coins down with confidence. I praised Polly’s scarf and she said that she
had received it 3 years ago at Christmas. She mentioned having relatives in DC - a
couple of nieces. I asked if they worked
for the Government and she said yes, as had she for the Post Office. I remembered her having mentioned that before. I love these sessions at Bingo where you get
to learn about the resident’s lives.
As people started winning, I saw that amongst the prizes
were stuffed animals, which Polly likes and was staring at with intent. She did indeed win and proclaimed “Bingo” with confidence. As Celene came with prizes I said that Polly
wants a stuffed animal, though Celene tried to offer her a plush flower. Sure enough, Polly took a bunny; right in
time for ‘Easter’. The game continued and people were winning
while poor Alice had no luck. I told her
to try things like flipping cards, which she did, and using different colored
chips. Even then, she refused to
exchange cards with me, and even moved to a single, "lucky card". I really liked her a lot
Finally, Annette won and asked Alice
to choose, and she took green ‘St.
Patrick’s Day’ towels. I wasn’t
having any luck, though Polly was on a roll.
She won again and took another bunny. Almost all residents
won, including a lady sitting on table next to us who yelled “BINGO” in a very stylish way! In the final lightening round I finally won
and asked Alice to choose, wherein she took a spectacles case. Polly asked me to tie the bag of her presents
to the back of her chair and I asked if she wanted me to drop her upstairs. She
said yes and so I wheeled her to the elevator, where she asked me to turn her
around and not face the back. I could understand
that. Alice was also in our elevator and
Polly asked if she would come down for the next Bingo night. It looked like the beginning of a beautiful
friendship. I dropped Polly off and
left. It had been a rough day at work
and someone had even questioned my motivations as relates to
team-building. After an evening like
this, I could care less.
*All the client's names have been changed in order to respect their
privacy
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