I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
I just hopped on board though to hide in my study and escape from exSO's clarinet practice. We're on to "Daisy Daisy give me your answer do" and it is hysterically terrible. I haven't laughed so hard, or had to do it so silently, since my daughter's school's string quartet ground to a screeching halt part way through Pachelbel's Canon one Open Day. Like I could do any better, I know - but I'm not making anyone listen to me.
Alternatively would the newspaper boy push it through your door or into the mail box if you slipped him an extra dollar or so?
Luckylu I used to get my newspaper stolen all the time too. It gets delivered at 5 in the morning and it was usually gone before I got up. I eventually installed a camera to find out who was doing it. I sat up one night and told them I had a video of them and I was going to report them to the police if they didn't stop. I really didn't have video of them but just the threat alone scared them away and they never took it again.
Picked up Mom's scripts, paid 3 bills, returned the slippers I bought for mom that didn't fit, bought another pair that I hope *will* fit, since they are the only shoes she can wear and the hospital/nursing home lost her only pair (so now she's shoeless), returned a year's worth of pop bottles for the deposit (we drink very little pop, so it takes a year to build up enough to return!), picked up groceries, stopped at the mini mart/deli and picked up some quick dinner (and a few drinkie poos for me), paid my storage bill on the way home. Arrived home to find a couple of large packages on the porch - my new grill! - and my email notification bing-bonging madly with work for my clients. No rest for the wicked. Unloaded groceries, brought packages in and dove into work. Cleaned up 3 pee messes and changed sheets 2x since I've been home. Created a customized test/exam for one client, dispatched a few email blasts for another, packaging some shipments for yet another client soon, and posting some movies for sale on FB.
Now where are those drinkie poos I bought myself.....
Bottle some of your energy and send it to me will ya?
Planned on riding my bike to dads this afternoon as I weeded, did some pruning, potted up some container tomato plants and did a clean up by my garden shed.
However heavy rain put a halt to that idea and I wasn't going to drive in the downpour either. Tomorrow then.
Hey, if an yone needs a few chucks, medium sized depends or some pads, let me know.You pay just the shipping. I have severl other things like hospital gowns, hospital bed sheets and other assorted things. OH OH, plus I have that lovely baby wipe warmer so it's easier wiping your loved one :)
Honey, please remember with Alzheimer's and dementia they FORGET how to swallow, they forget everything. If your mother is refusing pills, food or water ask Hospice what is the next step. Shoot, I crushed pills and hid them in pudding for months but when mom didn't want anything, she'd scrunch her face up and clench those lips TIGHT. I learned NOT to force it on her... she knew more than I did no matter how stubborn I thought she was.
The Hospice nurse had nothing good or nice to say and certainly didnt offer a hug to Mother or I.Today I take Mother to the beauty shop for a comb,so that means loading the oxygen and heavy wheelchair into and out of the car along with a very wobbly Mother.I must be so careful with her to keep her from falling.A fall was what hapened that started this whole mess 9 and a half years ago.She broke her neck in the tip of her sull in C-1.A half of an inch,and she would have been dead or paraliized.I am SO lucky shes still with me and I love her so much.I am also very blessed that she still has her mind.She is very sweet and good.We used to go to garage sales alot,so we call ourselves the sh-t searching sisters.
I want to thank you all for your feedback.I have lost all my friends and am very alone in this.You "GET IT" too and no one else does.Take care to all....
oh yeah,atleast no one stole the newspaper today.I am grateful for that!!!
Mama has gone from no BM at all to absolute horrific diarrhea and i do mean brutal. So cleanup is often and tiring to say the least. I am glad she is having them though as she feels physically a little better it seems. Actually this is more her normal being on a total liquid diet and sometimes when I'm being really mean i envision any of the rarely visiting yahoos having to clean this up ONCE, let alone all day every day. ..
I live my furkids but they have broken so many things, including destroying my Mama's beautiful antique rocking chair which i will have to have recovered but for now i just have it covered because the two idgits responsible are still in the teenage phase so they're not done yet. ..
I think the biggest thing that may have helped me is i have totally stopped worrying about that feeling of needing to always have everything perfectly done, including myself. I decided i was going to have to find a way to make this my life for now. ..because it is. ..and im ok with that at long last. ..i know ours going to be ok..and lime you i am just so thankful for the time i have been given with her. .doing this has changed me. ..and i think now it's for the better. I still am not crazy about the humans in the human race but i can say I've eased up on them. ..they can't help it that they're not as amazing as we all are. .. ((smiles))
Guess Dad thinks that since I am back to work [only 3 hours in the morning] that I am 100% better... he doesn't realize or understand that I sleep away most of my afternoons, pain can be exhausting [I am inbetween naps right now].
Plus I would need to clean the house, that's a lot of physical work, it doesn't matter if it were the Queen of England visiting or my parents, I would want a clean house.... but I can't do it one handed, and forget asking sig other to pitch in, he's done his quota of helping :P
Stopped by after he ate lunch and pointed to a house across the field (AL is rural setting) and said that is where he is keeping his truck (my sister has in VA) but wants it indoors in the winter. I said I will park in garage-little white lie.....
Sorry to hear you've still got quite a way to go, by the sound of it. Pain is exhausting, it's quite true. Can you hang a sign round your neck reading "still getting better, don't push me" or something? It can be hard to get people to be considerate.
So I have turned to my trusty work journals, which I mainly keep for sentimental reasons and because the doodles in the margin are much more interesting than the records themselves. It's just I hadn't realised how many there are, or how very, very, very long it would take me to summarise them. Oh God. I'll be here 'til Christmas.
My sister sent me a reply e-mail to one I had sent her but she cc ed all the other siblings in and didn't realize in the previous e-mail trail to me she had called them all a bunch of dumbasses. I spent the evening calling them all and apologizing on her behalf. The main reason being that we are getting together all of us on Saturday and I wasn't looking forward to the tension that would be in the air.
My sister is going through a very rough time with an addicted daughter and a lazy 30 yr. old son still living at home. Not to mention a cheating husband who gives her no emotional support. So I asked everyone to give her some slack. No one seemed to be on board with that but even though what she did was wrong I don't think you should kick a horse when its down.
When did I suddenly become the peacekeeper in the family? I seem to have taken on that role. Oh well. Better than causing problems I suppose.
We delayed having this celebration of my Mom's life cause we were waiting for a plaque to be installed on a bench for her at her favorite park. I wrote out a few words to say at this get-together but I fear I may have to get the pastor to read it. I couldn't even write it without bawling so I doubt if I could read it out loud.
Anyhow, I admire you all for what you do for your Mom's and Dad's everyday. I know its hard for you but I envy you all that you still have them. I miss my Mom so much.
If however you decide you are you MUST set boundaries of acceptable behaviour. When she is nasty walk away out opf her sight into the garden/garage/loo and just have a moment to yourself and say the mantra I hate this disease I hate this disease. If you stay and take everything she throws at you you will burn out from the effect of it - I keep being told I can't teach mum new tricks but she does seem to be getting the hang of ...if you're nasty to me I am going to disappear for at least 30 minutes she just doesnt know I do it for my own sanity
So today I closed all bank account mom had. I bank at another bank and was grateful this double banking was over. However, I forgot about a CC mom had. I think there was still about 1500.00 left to go. Apparently they used it when they bought this house several years ago. They never use CC and was told use it or lose it! LOL SO, what do I do with mom's CC that money is still owed on? Should I keep paying it? You know.... one would think when one dies it's the end. Of course NOT. So much paperwork involved... jeepers.
Today has been a *little* less hectic than yesterday. Mom's PT came and worked with her a little, but she tires so easily that it's impossible for her to do much. Nurse and OT should be coming tomorrow. Got my new printer hooked up and installed and - miracle of miracles - it works. Started spraying the weeds and unwanted grass with vinegar/salt/soap solution in hopes of getting things cleaned up before Mom's party in a few weeks. Worked on laundry off and on all day, dishes in sink but not done. I think the dishes are breeding in the sink, every time I look there's a few more in there. Sold a few DVDs on FB between yesterday and today, so I'm tucking that money away in a savings account for a rainy day. It's not much, but every little bit will help when I need it.
Been thinking a *lot* about Mom's life insurance lately. Because she hasn't had life insurance until I moved in with her, if something happens to her in the near future, I'm going to have a problem on my hands - her policy will not pay out the full benefit amount for the first 2 years it's in effect - it will only pay the amount of premiums I've paid back to me. So it's entirely possible that I (and my siblings, if I can get them to help) will be left paying for Mom's funeral if she doesn't make it for at least a couple more years. I hate saying that - it sounds so mercenary and hollow - but I'm being realistic here. Her recent health events are forcing me to look at these things in a more urgent light than before. I guess I need to call the funeral home and talk to them about this and see how they handle such cases. I know we're not the only one to ever end up like this.