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.
sandy is off the island , burley and i might proceed rather smoothly .
You plan a day out but carer rings to say she cant come pay sibling $200 so you can get some me time
You check your mums bank balance only to find she has written a check to a sibling who never visits - lose $500
You have to rush mum into hospital with a suspected UTI and wait 3 hours to be seen miss 2 turns
You have been told off by one of your relatives for shouting at mum who is deaf. The relative never visits - go outside and scream - miss one turn
A neighbour visits and offers to sit with mum for 2 hours have an extra turn
You got out well prepared but Dad soils twice and you dont have a third pair of pants miss 3 turns and pay $100 dollars
Will they do for starters?
i dont mean to say anything is easy , just a good learning / growing experience .
B & O Railroad becomes BO is the norm
Baltic Avenue becomes balls to it all
Boardwalk becomes bored out of my mind
Connecticut Avenue becomes cant connect at all
Electric Company becomes lights are on but nobody is home
Illinois Avenue becomes ill everywhere
Indiana Avenue becomes in da poo
Kentucky Avenue becomes cant deal with yucky
Marvin Gardens becomes marvel I made it through the day
Mediterranean Avenue becomes meditate they might go away
New York Avenue becomes new anything would be good
North Carolina Avenue becomes Northing is going right today
Oriental Avenue becomes O god help me I wanna scream
Pacific Avenue becomes Pacify them? dont go there
Park Place becomes I'll park anwhere I damned well choose
Pennsylvania Avenue becomes Pens gone missing again
Pennsylvania Railroad becomes Pens could be any flaming where
Reading Railroad becomes Read? She can't see let alone read
Short Line becomes Short tempered
St. Charles Place becomes Saints preserve me
St. James Place becomes Saints preserve them too
States Avenue becomes Oh we know what a state we are in
Tennessee Avenue becomes Tena and wee
Ventnor Avenue becomes venting on line with mates
Vermont Avenue becomes Where has she gone now
Virginia Avenue becomes Verging on the ridiculous
Water Works remains unchanged we have lots of them
later my aunt told first her doc in private and then told me that she just feels safe with me . im really proud of the confidence both of them had in me .
it isnt all torture , you can develop more confidence in yourself from these life experiences .
Vacation? I found that if I sit in the local supermarket parking lot with the car windows open and my eyes closed and listening to the seagulls that come there looking for food I can pretend I am at the beach or sailing out at sea for about a minute.....haha, that is as good as it is gonna get!
One would believe a NH would know what a UTI looks like in the elderly. Also, why can't NH take a bit of urine and dip a test strip in it? Yes, I know, the 'test strips' aren't always accurate. Oh, wait. When I stick a test strip in, it's always 'accurate'! Rules!
She was placed on IV antibiotics, given a little Ativan, and is now resting comfortably.
@Susan - still loving your game. And it did make me laugh.
@Freq Flyer - interesting story. You must have been worried.
@ Jude - love your 'get out of jail' card idea. Perhaps when someone passes Go they get one free Respite Care Card.
Thankfully, I haven't had much to whine about lately. But when I do, I know where to come :)
every third space should be a repeat of the story where my mom had her church books audited and the results came up 10 cents in her favor .
my helper ( hor ) has rebelled . seems she doesnt want my painting tips . the farm owner is pretty smart so he and his wife put heather in charge of the painting so she doesnt have to work for my ( hard ) ass . i fell right in line and am now getting the daily painting instructions from her -- not a problem with me . just to be the jerk tho i climbed up on scaffold and stained out a series of ceiling beams in the great room and " I " cant even pick this work apart its so freakin nice . not a speck of stain on the white ceilings . everybody out there can see from the quality of the work that im havin a little fun out of heather . her paintwork is atrocious but the homeowner are ok with it , heathers too dam blind to see the flaws and i personally dont care , it aint my problem .
hor is the self aclaimed master of passive aggressive mind games while i dont really play that way . i just have shockingly high quality control standards for my work .
My whine today is (well-meaning) friends who tell us about all the available options for help in our location...not knowing the full situation with our elderly loved one, which means we have to keep saying, "no, that won't work...no, that won't either..." and then they act miffed or insulted because we shoot down their ideas. Without knowing our loved one's situation, they can't possibly know what will work, and while I appreciate the suggestions, I don't have time to keep fielding suggestions from everyone and anyone when I know the situation here intimately and what will/won't work. I don't mean to sound grouchy but....arrrgh. I live in a very small town, a very economically depressed county, in a state with one of the worst economies in the country. Our local aging program offers exactly ONE HOUR of free respite care per week. One. Hour. What am I supposed to do with that? That's barely enough time to drive to the local big-box store, dash inside, buy a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread and get back - let alone full-scale grocery shopping. We have a social worker coming next week to discuss Mom's situation, and I guess I'll find out if there's anything else available.
Their neighbor across the street was outside and I asked him if he had noticed my Dad outside at any point this afternoon... he said he didn't.
Later Mom mentioned that Dad said something about voting... ah ha, today was one of the primaries here in our district... so I went to my Dad's desk and sure enough his wallet wasn't there. I bet when one of the campaigners had called and Dad said he needed a ride.
Dad showed up 45 minutes later... whew... yep he went to vote but parking was terrible and Dad had sat too long in the volunteer's car, he couldn't get out the car, so the volunteer drove him home.
Ah, Dad, next time please leave a note on the kitchen counter... Mom was so worried.... Dad said he told her where he was going... earth to Dad, Mom is very hard of hearing you have to make sure she understood you.
Where's my padded helmet?
Two hours later, at 9:00, the phone rings and I hear a voice telling me she didn't fall, but stood up while at the nurse's station (they've been watching her) placed herself on the floor, and lay down, which is quite a feat when you stop to think this is a woman who has never actually just sat on a chair in a ladylike manner, but has always just kind of 'plopped' herself on chairs.
She's trying to tell us (me) something but don't yet know what it is.
As it turned out, it just turned out to be lots of rain, some wind, but she knew.
It might help non-caregivers understand what we go through on a daily basis.