My BIL lives in a home. He suffers from braindamage at the birth, which mainly causes him spasms, and he's somewhat retarded. The home where he lived for 27 years is gonna be broken down, so he's moving into a brandnew one. Here they all get seperate appartments and it's some 15 mins walking from our place, where the old one was at least a half hours drive. Plusses all over.

Last monday was the actual moving day. I could write a book about all the things went wrong, but right now I only want to tell about my experiences yesterday.

There's a long story in Dutch behind the cut, but the short version is that I was supposed to take one of his housemates (wheelchairbound) in the bus to a shopping mall where she was going to buy new furniture with her parents and her sisters. She was a bit docile when I picked her up, not her happy self, and when we were on the road, she didn't react 'normal'. We usually chat and she sings along with the radio, now I sometimes had to call her name twice before getting any reaction. I took the decision to take a left turn to the hospital, instead of a right to the shopping mall. Turned out that she had a bloodsugarlevel of 33 mmol (600 mg/dL). She was almost in coma.  Some one from the home came to join me, we waited till she was properly installed and her mother and sisters were there (Kees managed to get through to them through the shop in the mall where they would meet).

In the evening I had to make the ride again. Somehow nobody in the home had gotten the message that she needed clothes for the night and such. But then: this was probably only one of the 80,000 crises they had these last two weeks.