Making transfers is serious buisiness

So we only wanted to lift Frank out of his bed, and we just rolled in the transfer elevator and Frank's wheelchair. But then there was this nurse, all of a sudden, and told us no! "You have to be certified for that, we're understaffed, I've no time to help you right now." Too bad, so we watched Frank looking through the Ancient Wartime Magazine, we gave him some applejuice (the choclates Andre brought him are still not "mashable") and we made it possible for Frank to make a phonecall to Wiel, his boss, about a polish book (I had picked it up from Franks appartment, he had pointed out to matthieu were it was supposed to be, and it was just there, incredible!!). And that was pretty much everyhing that happened tonight. He wasn't very talkative, although he helped Ron with pointing out the difference betweem "could be" and "may be" (Ron needed to know that for an article he's writing). And as you might expect, he got very detailed and very adequate information from Frank.

There's so much that Frank still can, if only he would become a little more active and alert. When he retreats in his gloomy state it is difficult to reach him.

Tomorrow we will talk to Frank's nurse/casemananger, It's an intake conversation so I don't expect to much of it, we'll see and update you

So much for tonight, sleep well,
Esther