"CCCCC..."
Constipation.
Found him on the top step in front of the house. I thought he looked sad and confused.
He told me he came home from work early. He'd been on the phone with a healthcare lady, asking for advice, about his...issue, (and embarrassing symptom of diabetes.)
I was on the phone. But that's my excuse.
Got Diabetes.
The supervisor asked him to leave early.
"And don't come back to work until I call you," he reflected.
"I am sooo bored."
"I've nothing to do."
"There's nothing for me to do, I don't have ANYTHING going on."
"I don't know whatimgonnado."
Figure he'd tap that bag of presents the second the door shut behind him.
Only here to deliver a huge sack of gifts, supplied by the local Senior Assistance Center.
I'm Santa's helper and don't know how to make it better. You'd think the Reindeer Policy and Procedures would have a handbook.
Not necessarily a resolution regarding his poop challenge. Yet the comment about being bored, with nothing to "do" in his life. that made me stop.
I have a deck of cards in my car, "Nope." How about some magazines, do you like to read? "No."
"Hm, I am sorry, I don't know how to help right now. I'll think about it and come back another time."
What IS there for an elderly man to do in this community?
If I knew what interested him, excited him about life, propelled him to take action, get outta the house for something other than a part-time job, made him feel well, even moment-to-moment, I'd have a better idea. Have a clue how to assist this pleading man.
I vow to come up with some options and stop back by on Boxing Day.
I pull out of the driveway, uncertain and so frustrated. Stuck - not understanding how to make it better, to shift this guy's day, let alone life.
In the meantime, I feel so DAMNED GRATEFUL for what I have...and the ease of my bodily functions!
Merry Holidays!