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 once dispatched a very large, nasty spider - so big I could hear his feet making noise in the tub as he tried to climb out - that's what drew my attention to him as I walked through the bathroom. I sent him to his glory in a very shiny, lemon-scented state, as the only thing I had at hand was a can of Lemon Pledge furniture polish. I sprayed the beejesus out of him.
And then there was the few times I had to dispatch a bat that somehow found its way out of the attic and into the house I was living in at the time. I'd wake up at 3am, hearing flapflapflapflapflapflap over my head, and I'd leap into action, grabbing my trusty badminton racket and striking an attack pose in the living room. I'd wait for the winged vermin to start his figure-8 pattern of swooping through the long, narrow room, and as he hit the arc of his swoop over my head on one end of the room, I'd swing and THWACK! - I'd clobber him like an overgrown furry shuttlecock and send him careening into the opposite wall. I developed quite a technique for it over time. I had to - the landlord refused to get rid of the bats in the attic.
I guess now is a time to tell you a funny story. A long time ago when I was in my teens I had the sexiest boyfriend ever. he was gorgeous and after about two months he invited me back to his place (yeah I know 2 months but things were different then)
Well after a few coffees I needed the rest room especially as he was about to show me a portfolio of photos he had taken. (not of me ...I dont do pictures very often)
The toilet was in the bathroom and there in the bath were three humungous spiders, not tarantulas - we don't have those - but they were enormous and vile. Now it didnt stop me peeing, far from it, but I didnt take my eyes off them in case they were planning their attack!
I decided I would show dear sweet sexy man that I was the perfect housewife (well sort of) so I grabbed the bleach and doused them in it then flushed them down the plug hole with very very hot water. Oh I also helped them on their way with a loo brush so they were well decimated by the time they disappeared.
Now I apologise if you're a buddhist or just someone who likes spiders but like I said they have to be dead before I can cope with them and these were very dead.
I went back into the lounge and then came the crashing words. What do you think of these beauties? I have had them since they were really tiny...you must have seen them in the bath. And there was his portfolio the growing life of three spiders in glorius technicolor........hmmm how to get out of this one?
I made an excuse left and never went back ...he never phoned but I somehow know he knew I had done the deed! Could have been the bleach smell!!
And as for being a therapists nightmare good on you woman they get paid too much anyway for doing very very little except expecting you to reach your own conclusions. Hell I dont even know the questions let alone the answers!
All I feel like doing it seems is sleeping. At least when I am asleep I'm not dwelling on things although I dream about my Mom a lot.
Lately one of my biggest irks is a local religious community who simply will not leave me alone. I finally told them look, i have my own church i attend when i am even able to attend and in the meantime do not contact me again as it interferes with our morning routine. I am a believer but i do not appreciate their noon stop impromptu visits. It had gotten to the point where i am almost ready to call the police and that is not something i want to do but why can people not get the message. I flat out told the lady one who caught me that i was not interested in joining their congregation. Now i see them coming i just pull the curtain and walk away.
The aid thing. ..by the time i show a new one where all the stuff is, how i have to do things, etc our regular one will be back. ..thanks but NO THANKS
People think that because I'm here pretty much all the time that i don't have a schedule. ..ive gotten really good at ignoring knocks at the door or any other impromptu pop inners...
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I have a friend who is determined to fix me up with a man. ..oh my lord, i have already told her that is one thing i do not want to deal with right now. .i don't have the time. Patience or wherewithal to deal with it. To be honest i am not lonely most of the time because most people bother me so badly with all the mindless chatter about stuff that does not matter to me any more. One thing this has shown me is how much of what uses to seem like life shattering drama doesn't mean a flying toot anymore. ..i also think for now it's a good idea for me to live in the moment instead of waiting for later on. ..later may never come and im liable to miss something precious if im constantly looking ahead.
I can't remember if i toll this or not but last sunday i was about to toss some half filled balloons from various occasions and decide to make use of them. I inhaled the helium and proceeded to sing tunes to Mama "chipmumk" style. It made her smile so i accomplished my mission
Mama used to tell me all the time she could make herself as happy as she chose to be. .im trying to follow her example
My sig other is scared silly of bugs, so he will come wide eyed to me to get this strange looking bug like creature off the drapes... so I just scoop up the Stink Bug in my hand and flush it down the toilet. Really now, not all bugs are like Jaws!!
If there is a bug in bed with me, all I need to do is yell BUG and my herd of 3 felines will do their job and remove the bug for me... unless it is a spider... all of us are afraid of those :P
Now I'm trying to get Mom to shower. She's extremely tired this week and we can't figure out why. Her meds are all right where they should be, her O2 levels are much better now that she's back on oxygen (she was off for about 2 weeks after she came out of the nursing home, because she didn't appear to need it, but now her levels drop again if she performs any physical activity, so she's back on it). But she's just exhausted all the time and just wants to sleep. Part of me wonders if her body is just plain tired and worn out. She's gone way downhill from 2 years ago.
Katie, I would like to borrow your " clueless fools " title as I have a simliar list . My language seems to have taken a colourful turn recently and though I don't say it outloud the "****wits list" could maybe benefit from a more subtle name.
Jude, Mum gave me another special memory today. We have a small wildlife (untidy) pond with frogs and Mum spotted something on the grass she thought was a toad. We went over to find it was something the dog had left behind. Mum is a very gentle reserved lady so I nearly fell over laughing when she said " Oh it's a turd not a toad." Love her.
During this rough time I have run into some good people, and many bad ones. Those bad people are on my list of "clueless fools" to someday be forgotten, many who should not be working in the health or nursing home field. I feel that I can be glad for the time I have spent battling to get Mom better and making sure she is comfortable.....but these fools have to live with themselves and their failings and job dissatisfaction each and every day for the rest of their lives. I have outright told some of the people that in that awful "5 Star" nursing home for rehab where Mom sustained that pressure wound a year ago. That seemed to really hit home with them.
Susan, the bug sounds like a garden beetle but I would have felt the same way! Bugs! It is that time of year and I feel crawly just thinking of them! They seem to get more active before a rain storm.
We are having to downsize again. I moved her with all my stuff and we downsized to get it all in...then Mum's aids arrived insidiously entering the house - the walker, the rollator, the 2 commodes, the 2 perch stools the wheelchair the pads (don't they take up some space ffs?) the wipes, the creams meds lotions and potions, the extra bins for unsanitary items.
Now we think we may have found a bungalow which is smaller (they are much more expensive than house in the UK purely because land is the costly factor here) so we are looking to downsize again. I just don't know where I am going to put everything we actually HAVE TO HAVE. I think I am going to come live over there with you all... at least you have more space
If only my body would downsize too!
Caring really is a sh*t job and how you all manage it so well is utterly beyond me so Well done ladies (and gents) do have a virtual bottle of wine to end your day. (like you ever have a bottle of wine - we all need to be too alert to get plastered)