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.
Glad you're a cat lover too!
Becky is a fighter and survivor. More prayers for a better recovery. The first day is the hardest.
Happy to hear about your cat's too. Wishing PJ all the best, and much hope and courage.
Thanks for joining us here. Becky knows she has good good family.
Going to pick up my cat today at 2:30 p.m.
Hubby and I were at the SS office on Tuesday, sat waiting for the suspected 1 1/2 hour wait, no problem. Sitting there people watching, and was looking at a frazzled mid 60's age women's awaiting her turn, but her appointment was actually for her 90 year old father.
So she got to the front of the line, and stated that she would be right back, she had to get her Father, who was waiting in his apartment, a few blocks away. They kindly agreed to hold her spot.
Here she comes back, with her decrepit Father in tow, filthy, bent over a walker, hard of hearing, acting obstinate and rude towards the sign in clerk, you could just feel the frustration coming off of her, telling her Dad to shush! The good folks at SS took them right to the front of the line.
As they were approaching the designated window with 2 chairs in front, he just crammed his walker in between the 2 chairs, not giving his daughter a chance to move one aside, then she helped him to slowly lower himself into one of the chairs til he landed with an Umph! He is clearly hard of hearing, speaking so very loud, venting his frustration towards her and now this new clerk, Uggg, it could have been Me, as he was acting just like my FIL Did, King Narcissist, and it was giving me Anxiety and flash backs just sitting there watching it!
That was the first time (since my FIL died) that I have seen a man, so much like my FIL, I could feel my heart racing and skipping beats! I really felt for his daughter, who had a great big manila envelope with scribbles all over it, clearly Trying to get her Dad, all the benifits he has coming to him. I could almost see where it might be a situation where she did not have POA, and So had to drag him to every important appointment to get things done.
Oh Gosh, I really feel for people like that! BTDT!
Send, so happy to hear about the kitty!
Stacey, I feel for the caregivers with difficult parents or in-laws when they have to get them out and do their best to help the person, only to be criticized in public.
Madge, I remember back when Holiday Inn went up to $18 a night on the way to Florida for vacation. My Dad got mad about that! I wish prices were as low as in the 60's.
Everyone, stay cool in the heat.
I appreciate your efforts to keep up updated, and I'm sure others do as well.
I've often thought that the very elderly are just sick and tired of living with a broken down body and mind so out comes the "grumps".
I hate to say I've played that card a couple of times, blaming (and justifying) my crankiness on being older. I'm still in great condition but don't have the stamina I used to (but I THINK I still do and then get totally worn out-wondering WHY I can't seem to keep up). Duh!
Dealing with an elderly person takes super-human patience and forgiveness. I had to stop taking my mom to the doctor for "silly" stuff (an annual check-up, routine lab and X-rays, etc.) because I'M too exhausted. The last time there was no handicapped parking and I had a mess trying to get her out of the car in the parking lot, keeping an eye on her sitting in the w/c WHILE I was parking the car. Nope, at 95-1/2 years old and stage 6 Alzheimer's and very poor mobility, I'm not going to ruin myself so I'll be in a w/c for MY retirement.
Old people can be so mean! I want to be a nice old lady.
Hope you're getting some much rest
Thanks for the updates
Becky is in our prayers
It's still about 109 at 8 pm
I'm afraid to go home 😩
Ms. Madge, are you stuck someplace and can't go home b/c the car's so hot? Is the car's A/C working?
And now fireworks again tonight. Very loud, very bright dogs in area are going nuts. They must be illegal, called the sheriff.
Turned the hose on the roof when I got home and steam came off
Radiant heat is pouring down walls inside
Triple digit heat is here til Monday
Well, I stared out the back door and finally had to convince myself I just can no longer do the weeding. I would fizzle out after 15 minutes, and it would only makes me upset because I can still remember when being out in the yard for 8 hours was easy. It's like what in the world happened to me. Yep, age decline hit.
I also had cut back on my parents every 3 month visits to their primary doctor. The stress of getting them into the car so I could make the appointment was weighing on me. No need to go every 3 months for the primary doctor, 4 months is enough. There were enough other appointments, like cardiologist, dermatologist, urologist, oncologist, ophthalmologist, audiologist, podiatrist, gyn, etc.
If even 15 minutes is too much to cope with then you are right to give it up, being out in the garden is supposed to be a pleasure - even the weeding!
Mom had a small surgery - everything went better than the docs expected, she's fine, at home, etc - Me and one of my brothers took turns with her at the hospital, all fine. Being able to work from home office, I decided to stay with her at her city (no more than 60 miles from mine) for a week. First nights home, she wanted me to hold her hand and talk her to sleep. Ok, I understand, fragile, but there goes the plan to stay with her by day, work nights. And she prides herself to her doctor of not using walkers or cane. Right. She uses our arms. Is just I try to write a few pargraphs, and I need to take her to the bathroom, or bring something random to her (she's the kind of person that knows where every pin in our home is). Worst is when my father's home. In the same room she watches Netflix on tablet, and my father, the news blaring on TV. If I decided to retreat to my room, she calls me. I am returning home tomorrow, but she is guilty tripping me. And, worst, I am buying into it, but I need to go back to work (and also watch at least one Cup game uninterrupted). One moment I think I could stay two more days, to make her happy, the next I feel like entering the first bus home - if not avaliable, waste a fortune on a cab home, but get out of here. I am sure I'm not the only one who feels that