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.
Mom: Oh I'm just trying to keep warm.
Me: Do you want a blanket over you?
Mom: No. Doesn't this house have a heater? Where's the heater? Is there one in each room or just one big one?
Me: One big one. Are you cold?
Mom: No. I'm warm...I'm warmish. I said I'm keeping warm. I just wanted to know about the heaters.
Me: 😑
I really should have just told her to not come, tbh.
I tell her that we'll just wash my mom's hair today so my mom can "get to know" her. So she starts washing my moms hair in the kitchen, and I make the mistake of thinking that's going to be okay and I'm trying to get other chores done in the living room.
Next thing I hear is I realize my mom is crying -- HARD. (my ears suck, at first all i could hear is the water from the sink) She's sopping wet and I hear she is begging the lady to stop, that she can't breathe, that there's water running into her eyes and face, and this girl just.. doesn't listen, at all, period. I had all these towels piled next to her/around her and they're still sitting in these neat piles instead of being tucked around my moms neck so water doesn't run all down her clothes etc. I'd put out cups and basins to apply/catch the water etc but she was just pouring it into her fingers from the sink and dumping it onto the back of my mom's head.
Then I'm over there like trying to control the spillage or calm my mom down, and she's just sobbing at this point and I can hear her gasping around the water running in her face and the girl is just still going saying nothing at all, I'm finally like "No, stop, just stop." My mom's entire body is soaked all down her front. The lady says, no, there is still conditioner in her hair I'm like look I don't care. My mom is just flat out shaking and having a panic attack.
So I get my mom back to her chair and out of the soaking wet clothes, and Im trying to act like this is nothing terrible that happened and pls do not panic mom, I get a hair-dryer for her, and then my mom is like, it's too hot, turn the heat down, then lady is arguing that the dryer has no medium setting and wouldn't put it on cold. So then I'm digging in the bathroom closet for the other hair-dryer.. she finishes all that, then sits down on my mom's rollator for five minutes and says that "Next time I am giving you a shower". I hear my mom responding with her "I'm terrified so i will be as sweet and polite as possible" voice.
After that adventure, her feet balloon out, her BP is like 170/95ish and she's howling for a BP pill... and then against my better judgement I get out the ativan from the fridge -- that it seemed she only had horrible reactions to before but the dr argued with me that paradoxal reactions don't exist and I'm wrong and she doesn't think the ativan "made her worse".
And ofc the 2 drops of it or so made her worse. Yesterday she SEEMED less wild but she was definitely not in reality, though she was trying to claw back all day.
Woke up today still in the same state (if not worse) and she's just been weeping all day that she can't take it anymore, or fighting with me that I let "that group" take her away then leave without her. (same delusion she's been having).
The connection to the ancient OP post is that she insisted I fed her breakfast and lunch today. She named yesterday's breakfast and lunch. She usually can't name what I feed her after I feed her though. So tonight I ordered pizza again despite the horrific howling of my wallet at the cost of takeout food because I know she'll put away a huge slice of Meat Mania pizza no matter how much she'd eaten during the day.
Now wondering if someone can be in adult daycare at the same time as hospice a few days a week with ppl might show her the diff between real ppl and unreal ppl? Mom is telling me that "the group" should send someone else to help me. Assistance from the delusions would be SUPER HELPFUL around now. Ofc mom blows her cork on a weekend holiday. aaauuughh
My niece's boys will be with her, and I may end up doing some homeschooling with them. As weird as it sounds, I am looking forward to teaching a little grammar and trying to motivate a reluctant reader.
Sounds like a good match to me! 😊
Keep us updated, please.
Your guy sounds like he has a very independent spirit 😊. That may work on your nerves occasionally but I suspect it is part of what you admire most about him too.
I purchased new flooring today and that man of mine drove to his MRI appointment in his truck and then to the store and picked up the flooring. I suspect he is going to return the old flooring himself and install the new stuff. Talk about stubborn! I know he works best under pressure and I hope he is feeling it now. I am not amused! 😒
That’s great news! Enjoy your time off.
glad - it is not the same store and yes we will need delivery - and installation. Thank goodness R has finally agreed to that. I asked the other store and they specified that we needed to return it for refund, they don't pick it up. It doesn't seem fair, but it is what it is. I have to pick my battles and don't have the energy to fuss at them about that for the amount it will cost to get someone to return it to them.
Hope that you are able to get rest soon.
At 71, R has more medical issues than I do at 85. Sigh. Most are to do with his skeleton, muscles and tendons/ ligaments which have been used too heavily over his lifetime. I am trusting that this prostate thing will turn out to be negative. If not we will go from there. I didn't expect to pick up caregiving again at my age. But he is lovely company which makes a big difference. 😊
Thank you for prayers. Finishing this year with a bang it seems!
Great big warm hug!
I don't know where to put this, and it is not something I am happy about so here goes.
Got a call from sig other yesterday and he is booked in for another MRI and a biopsy as his PSA is higher than it should be and his brother had prostate cancer. His last MRI was on his shoulder and showed a torn rotator cuff and another very painful torn muscle under his shoulder blade thanks to a vehicle accident a while ago all of which he probably needs surgery for.. Of course, he doesn't let that stop him working. Also he is getting prepared for a complex knee surgery which should have been done years ago. All of this and we are trying to sort out the move. I would appreciate prayers that his biopsy is negative and that we get the things done like the condo flooring without any more hitches. Two days of him up here will get the rest of the house repairs done or I may have to hire someone here to do it. I sure hope he doesn't need more surgery. Dd is just recovering from her treatments. Don't want another year like that!
I'm sending out a wish for some Peace and Joy to all my friends here.