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.
Searched the Internet and can't find if they are legal in Maryland or not.
My room mate was moved this morning so I hope they don't bring some demented old lady in at 3 am.
I think maybe you belong on the caregiver's behaving Badly thread....what were you doing up?
And can you unplug it outta the wall?Or maybe a pair of scissors.....
Tried to p.m. you, but it won't work!
Then tried to answer Gershun, and that did not work.
Maybe the new website has less glitches, because I was over there earlier today, and wrote to lots of people from the NEW!
Have you heard? I think they will do away with all of us brats if we don't post in 180 days on the "Caregiver's Behaving Badly" thread.
As for Veronica, just tell them they are doing a bad job, because you should be ambulating already. Go so far as to call the patient's rights advocate/hospital ombudsman. You could have some fun messing with them.
FF, love that idea, make the alarm go off on purpose, just at break time, Veronica.
Lol. Never cut electrical wires with scissors. There is a hazard of electrical shock.
Time to unleash the berserker Viking
Trying to think of an illustration.
Supposing, you were out enjoying a pleasant walk, then by pure mischance the path had a small landslide and you started tumbling down the hill, over and over, bumpety bump for hundreds of feet all the way to the bottom. Where you land, winded but okay, gather your thoughts, get to your feet, dust yourself off and then - wham! Get hit by a truck.
You're flung to the side of the road, again winded but miraculously all right, but your husband's leg is broken. You can't easily move out of the way should anything come along.
Then off in the distance you see a car coming round the corner. Is it any wonder you look at it with a strong sense of foreboding?
MIL (I wonder what impact the loss of her daughter had on her, but that's another issue) is doing well and independent. Her doctor says she is in good health.
And I can tell you that my great aunt was independent and in good health until she was 95, you know.
I think the thing is, not to meet trouble half way.
And I can't see how it helps your MIL for you and DH to go into freeze mode like rabbits in the headlights.
MIL does not need you and DH to be trapped in your house to enjoy good golden years.
Yes, she probably will need more support and eventually more hands-on care. And when the time comes, you and DH will help her access it, naturally. But you don't need to stand still and wait in order to do that.
So what I'm saying is that, battered and bruised, you can only be expected to anticipate MIL's future with dread. But it doesn't have to be as you fear. And if you hadn't been so badly bashed about, you probably wouldn't feel this apprehensive about it.
How long since the sad loss of SIL? And how long 'til your husband retires?
So, I went to my first cousin's rosary twice - Wednesday night and last night. On Wednesday, another first cousin (mom's sister's daughter) who never dropped by to visit my mom who babysat her since she was a baby- had the nerve to say to me, "Wow. Finally get to see you attending." Pissed me off. I said sarcastically, "I Wonder WHY?" and I glared at her. She quickly looked away and walked away. Witch!!! I saw her again lastnight. I didn't even approach her.
At least other relatives just kept their comments to, "It's good to see you." and then hug me.
(And what you said to her wasn't that mean, you should have said "as if you don't know why you B**ch." LOL)
She also knew when my dad became bedridden. Everyone knew and spoke about how mean my dad was. He was mean to the end. They All Know, Cwillie, how hard it must have been for me to take care of him. Who would want to take care of a very mean man?
I laughed aloud when I read your last sentence. Kudos to you!!! =)
I have one of "those" cousins too - who claimed when I started going to church that "no one needed it more than you" - I guess she thought I was the antiChrist or something - though she was the one dealing drugs out of her mother's house right under her nose when she was a teenager. She's treated me like crap my whole life, even when I idolized her as a teen - and she still does. Now that both of our mothers and fathers have passed away and I have no reason to keep her informed of anything, I don't make any special efforts to keep in touch with her and she doesn't keep in touch with me either. Doesn't bother me a bit.
And so I have decided that I will drop by for the Viewing at the church during my lunch hour. Drop off mine and my sister-in-Colorado's bereavement money in the gift box... I did a search on both my parents' bereavement money log sheet. My cousin who passed away did not contribute bereavement money to either of my parents. I'm not my boss. A tit for a tat when it comes to funeral etiquette. I will still contribute money. I have a very strong feeling that her and her siblings gave their bereavement money to my oldest brother on both of my parents' funeral. I checked the log sheet. Her oldest bro, who attended both of my parents funeral, did not contribute money into the bereavement box. They would never attend a funeral without contributing money. If I follow our native tradition, then I am not obligated to give bereavement money to either of my cousins since they did not contribute in the bereavement box of my parents. It would be oldest-bro's obligation to pay it back when it's their turn because he was given money.
Now a moan about Drs in general.Four months after they stopped the amiodarone and it's nasty side effects I was still out of A fib so the cardiologist did not give me the Sotolol that had worked before. Next visit he said he did not like to treat some thing that was not happening so off I went and a couple of weeks later back in a strange hospital for a week needing a cardioversion and monitoring while starting the Sotolol. Now one week later A fib back plus edema in my legs. They stopped the Lasix because I did not have any swelling (I wonder why) Now I have the swelling back - after all I do have heart failure!!!!!!!
While I was an inpatient I was started on a statin but when I saw my blood work my cholesterol levels were fine. I thought they had just been giving me my acid reflux medicine at night for some reason. When I got home I found the acid reflex med had been stopped and the statin started. Both begin with "P" and sound similar. (Protonix and Prevastatin ) - wonder how that happened.
At this point I have made my own executive decisions and changed everything. The Drs can yell at me all they want, no wonder people think the elderly are being deliberately killed off. Fortunately I have DH and DD as strong advocates. Will it never end?
I hope you can get the medication straightened out too. Take care!!
I made the mistake of working out yesterday after drinking a Starbucks. I had major heartburn and was seeing stars when I finished. I always overdo my workouts in the beginning. I forget that I'm not 25 anymore. I was so winded and tired afterward that I nearly didn't mke it across the street to my place.