Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
I'm Fine Thank You
There is nothing the matter with me
I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to go on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right,
My memory is failing, my head's in a spin
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this - as my tale I unfold,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say, "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let folks know the shape we're in.
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well my 'get up and go' has got up and went.
But I don't really mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places 'my get up' has been.
Old age is golden, I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in the cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me, I think to myself
Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?
When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick my heels right over my head.
When I got older, my slippers were blue;
But still I could dance the whole night through.
But now I am old, my slippers are black;
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
I get up each day and dust off my wits,
And pick up the paper and read the 'obits'.
If my name is still missing, I know I'm not dead -
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Sorry for your problems.....
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Oh, my. I was trying to imagine a person with dementia having the flu. Aye-yae-yae. That would be terrible.
I have to say this likely isn't the Flu though and your Flu shot is no protection from it, influenza is a respiratory illness and rarely causes vomiting and diarrhea.
May I ask, just what is the reward for that, because I think Rainmom should get the award too. The award for too too much poo?
So sorry your son is so very sick Rainmom. You may know this already, but something like pedialyte can help replace his electrolytes and prevent dehydration. Is this the new flu bug?
Glad to hear it was the desert and not the high sierras !
I second your nomination for caregiver of the day award
Want to answer you on this new thread about the bears.
When pulling off the road to camp and cook your bacon in a cast iron pan, if you do that in the desert there aren't any bears.
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So she got a telemarketer call telling her that they were Medicare, according to her, and that she could get all her medicines free. Sigh. I told her it was fraud -- that Medicare, the IRS, and Obama were not going to call her. So, what does she do? Called the drugstore to let them know!! Oh, lordie.
So later the drugstore delivered the medications that were ordered. And I discovered the doctor had again made things as hard as possible on the caregiver. (See the above) Sigh. What the heck is wrong with these doctors?? Don't they pay attention anymore?
I spent the day dealing with stuff, doing the laundry, taking pictures for my shop, getting things listed, and listening every few minutes to rehashing of the drugstore events of the morning. It bothers me a lot now that she sits in front of the TV in her pajamas all day and wants me to be her sole entertainment. The house repair people called and it's going to be $400 more than originally estimated to do some work. And my brother posted a picture on Facebook of him going on a hike 5 miles from here.
A day in the life of a caregiver. Grrrrarrrr.
And please note I'm not naming names or placing blame - but it would be great if we could keep it on a civil level and just come here to vent, talk and enjoy each other's company - and just scroll past any inflammatory comments. A fire can't burn without fuel, and if ignored long enough, the ones making them will stop.