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.
My mom has episodes of repeatedly saying help me, help me but never knows with what - there are times when she'll keep it up for hours
Last night, I arrived late to her facility - 10 ish and found her awake and semi crying
I asked her what was wrong and she just said my body
I took her temp got her something to drink but she didn't want a Tylenol
Finally it dawned on me that she was probably on her side for too long laying on her bad shoulder
Once we got her changed and repositioned she fell asleep
Thanks,
I keep forgetting to look for one.
I will look for one tomorrow when I am in town. I need to put it on my list!
Buy a little pill cutter at the drug store
A small device that holds the pill in place
Then just lower the lid which has a razor sharp blade
Easy peasy
Good idea, cdnreader, I will ask the pharmacist the next time I re-order if they can cut the pills for me, I am willing to pay big time for them to do that.
Yes, Blackhole, goodbye rural oasis for sure.
Last year, I visited my mom’s grave on Mother’s Day. It’s a beautiful cemetery; the flowers I brought were “just so”; the weather was gorgeous.
Then I realized I was being serenaded by non-stop industrial racket. And the drone of heavy equipment.
I looked across the valley. Oh. The next hill is now a fracking site.
Trees clear-cut the whole way up to create a makeshift road. Drilling rigs and well pads and towers on top of the hill.
It used to be so green and pretty. Goodbye rural oasis.
My whine today is a carryover from yesterday. It was the third year anniversary of Mom's death. I took the transit over to her bench that we had dedicated to her in lieu of a grave. It used to be a five- minute walk but we've moved. So the day started out good. I went to Starbucks and happily drank it on the Skytrain ride. But when I got to the park I got lost. I spent at least a half hour confusedly walking up and down the trails trying to find an opening. Now, please no one give me hell but I forgot to say that there was a murder in this park a year ago. A thirteen- year old girl's body was found and they still haven't arrested anyone. So I was thinking about this as I roamed the park. It was the middle of the day so it wasn't dark but I noticed not a soul in sight. Not even a squirrel. In the past when I'd go to this park I would pass all sorts of people. Joggers, older couples going for a stroll, couples with their toddlers. Yesterday, not a soul. It made me very sad. When I finally found Mom's bench I was so tired and depressed that it wasn't the nice, peaceful, reflective time I'd hoped for. Her bench looks dirty and covered with moss and ants. It may be my imagination but the whole atmosphere there has been sullied and probably will till they catch the person who murdered this poor little girl. My Mom used to love this park and now .................it's just sad.
Right now I am having to cut a pill in half. Dosage reduced. I am not wasting them!
The best thing I have found so far is a tiny pair of scissors. Not perfect every time but most of the time.
Well a little bit later she came and knocked on my room door (I have asked her several times not to knock on my door when it's closed/locked because the baby is sleeping). She ended up knocking until she woke me and the baby up just to ask if I was ready to go yet.
I got aggravated and said, "NO, I don't want to go anywhere right now. I'm tired, you woke the baby up, and I've asked you to please not knock on my door!"
I feel bad for being like that, but I am still just tired, frustrated, and what I would like to say to her is for my birthday I would like to have a moment's peace and time to myself. Was up late last night with mom and the little one, and early this morning with the other two kids getting ready for school, then dealing with mom's paranoia and her hearing the voices saying they were going to come in and get her.
Anyway, rant over. I feel better now getting it off my chest.
I had to cut some of my dad's pills. Have you tried asking the pharmacist to do this instead? I'm not sure if there is an additional charge, but hopefully they have better equipment for this.
Maybe the next time I see my doctors, I will ask if I can have more pills at a lower dosage each to add up to what I need to take so I won't need to deal and curse at the pill cutters :P
(This is why all the ladies in the NH are wearing burgundy velour tracksuits or 1950's style house dresses 🙄)
Susan, I continued giggling as I read yours. By the time I read 3/4 of the story, I was laughing.
You both made my day. I rarely laugh nowadays. Thanks.
I had to have a hysterectomy done due to a medical condition I was suffering repeatedly for 2 years. This medical condition would have required stomach operation every year. After my 1st surgery, I never ever wanted to go through that again ... Anyway, the year after the hyster, I had my annual check up. The doctor went through all my lab works with me. He saved the big news last. He pulled out the next lab result. ..... He looked at me, smiled widely, presented the lab result and said, "Congratulations. You're pregnant!" ..... I stared at him in shock ..... He smiled, chuckling, and said that it must be wrong so we're going to take the blood test again ..... The 2nd test came out negative.
Hope you can get some rest and treat yourself to some good food this Mother's Day weekend - it is easy to get run down, even for someone with your high energy
I hope the call from the nurse line comes to you as soon as possible.
I hope your next test results are back within normal range.
Susan,
That was the BEST LINE EVER!
I've been divorced since 2001 when my ex left me for someone else after nearly 10 years of marriage that included caring for his elderly parents. I've learned how to do a LOT on my own in that time.
I moved back to my home state to help my own parents back in 2002, and soon after I arrived, I went to the local quick-change oil place to get the oil changed on my van - a Toyota Previa.
Now, if you've never seen a Toyota Previa, let me fill you in - nothing on that van is where it would be on a Ford or a Chevy. The van is sort of shaped like an egg, and the engine curves under the front of the van, giving it a very sleek profile and almost no front end to speak of - great for parking, but a real pain for mechanics to work on.
I pulled into the oil change place, and knowing my own vehicle, started to get out. The tech stopped me immediately and said, "Oh no ma'am - you stay right in the vehicle!" I looked at him and said, "Are you SURE you don't need me to get out?" - "No ma'am - you just stay right in there!" Ok, then. So I stayed put, and just smiled to myself, pretty sure I knew something they didn't.
5 minutes later, I have 2 techs under the hood, poking around and obviously not finding what they were looking for. Then it was 3 techs. Then 5. The entire staff that was on duty was under my hood, muttering to each other and poking around. Finally, one of them asks for my vehicle manual. I gave it to them and asked if they wanted me to get out. No, no, they assured me - they just weren't real familiar with my type of vehicle and needed to check something in the manual.
10 more minutes...
2 cars are lined up behind me, waiting for oil changes. Part of the staff opens up the 2nd bay so they can start servicing those cars. The rest of the staff is still under my hood, owner's manual in hand, scratching their heads. One of them apologizes that it's taking so long, but now admits they've never seen a Toyota Previa and don't even know how much oil to put in it. Gee, that's terribly reassuring. I ask (again) if they want me to get out - nope, stay in the van. Ok.....
15 minutes....
Finally, the owner comes to my window and says, "Ma'am - we've never seen a vehicle like this before. Where the heck is the dipstick?? And where do we fill the oil??"
I hit him with the best line ever.
"I'm SITTING on it. Would you like me to get out NOW??"
(In a Toyota Previa, the oil fill and dipstick are beneath a panel in the floor under the driver's seat, which flips backwards to reveal the hidden panel.)
:-)