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.
And I'm sorry to hear that you'll have to have another plate made. What a pain at a painful time.
Went to Dads yesterday and brought one of my cats for him and other residents to pet. When I got their activities had been cancelled as the activities director said a diarrhea bug. He wasn't too interested about the cat so I probably left a half hour later.
Forward to midnight as I thought I had heartburn but made myself throw ip and have been downhill since. Chills, fever, diarrhea. Did not work and tomorrow I have off due to an open house which if I do not improve I will not attend. If this is tough on me I cannot imagine it on the elderly.
I was diagnosed with Diabetes literally during my heart attack. I wasn't surprised. I assumed it for quite a while, but did nothing to address it. I saw the eye Dr. today because my vision has been extremely blurry in one eye. I have severe diabetic Retinopathy in my right eye, and mild in my left. It is the number 1 cause of blindness in american adults. Treatment is a series of injections and/or lazer treatments and I am scared to death. As scary as the treatment is, the thought of not being able to see my grand children terrifies me. My new one is due any day now.
If you suspect you have it or have a family history of it GO get diagnosed!!! If you have diabetes see your eye Dr at least once a year! I had symptoms. Many do not. I am seeing (no pun) a specialist next week, My Dr feels confident that they caught it in time and can save my sight.I'm praying he is right.
BTW, this is why I hardly post much anymore.. I can't read the screen or the keyboard without my giant magnifying glass and setting my pc at 200%.
I hope someone learns a lesson like Y'all did from my heart attack. Love to you all. Going back to bed to cry and feel sorry for my stupid self. I'll get past this. I have lived through much worse.
YOU ARE HAVING IT ROUGH. WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A LIST AND LEAVE THEM AT HOME. IF THEY NEED AN OUTING, JUST A DRIVE IN THE PARK MIGHT DO. GOOD LUCK. VERNA
Driving to the store hoping I don't get a panic attack.. now helping my parents out of their vehicle, which I hate driving, kills my back and neck... then quickly finding some shopping carts in the parking lot to bring to my parents so they can hang onto the carts while walking... then getting my parents into the store ....
Then following Mom [97] around the store re-shelving everything she picks up because of her failing eyesight she can't put items back correctly on the shelf, I don't mind that but it gets tiring after an hour... get the one cereal she uses which is on a top shelf I can't reach unless I use her cane to snag it and hope it doesn't bop us on the head... or keep myself from falling over when trying to bend down to get a heavy can of pears on the bottom shelf.... ok, where's the Jello... so I race up and down each aisle looking for it.... and where is Dad?... on his own in the store....
Mom is finished shopping so I walk her to a bench to sit so I can search for Dad... oops, can't sit there as there is a person of a different ethic background already sitting on the long bench [I got to look for a new helmet]....
Ok, now the hunt for Dad, up and down the aisles, back and forth, another round trip in the store... ah ha, found him... take him to where Mom is finally sitting.... she's not there... she got worried because it was taking me so long... so I park Dad on the seat and repeat and rinse....
Now the check-out adventure... they have a full cart... I have, if lucky, two items.... unload their cart.... oops, price confusion.... now Dad needs to show his driver's license because of the wine... Dad looks and looks, digs in one pocket then another... I open my purse and pull out my driver's license as the line behind them is growing and growing... now out to the parking lot as I struggle to get their items into the trunk, bags a pretty heavy... I get my parents back into their car and climb over them to help buckle their seat belts... I am getting too old for this !!!
Now Dad asks if we could go to the bank.... [sigh]
It is just too stressful for me driving my parents that it zaps all my energy just to drive them to the doctor..... then filling out all the forms because the doctor's office wants the forms complete while we are there so no handing the forms to my parents.... sitting in the exam room telling my Mom 5 times what the doctor is trying to tell her because Mom is almost deaf..... then afterwards driving my parents home and correcting misinformation that they thought they heard.... and Dad happily suggests lets do lunch..... NOOOOO.... I usually use the excuse that I need to go back to the office to work.
I know part of my reaction to this is a reaction to the stress of having to deal with my kids' situation yet again, and knowing that having to help with that is going to strain my finances once again - just when I was starting to get to a point of getting mom's house paid off, vehicle paid off, etc - allowing us more freedom financially - now I'm going to be putting myself back behind the 8 ball to provide for my child and grandkids until they can get on their own again. It's easy for those not in this situation to look at it and say "don't do it".
Relieved, but shaken, and as usual, irritated with her. Yes, she has dementia, but she still irritates me. Honestly, I'm so patient and kind on the outside - I know it doesn't show when I vent here! It's happy hour somewhere, right???? It's a little early for a cocktail here, but I guess I could spike my coffee ;)
My mom also doesn't want to hang out with anyone but me. She doesn't like driving in a car unless I am the driver. And how many times have I heard "Oh I wish I could come over BUT......" Always that "BUT"!!!
Hang in there!! You sound like you are doing everything you can to help your mom!!
My kids' drama has invaded my life once again, and it's mom to the rescue again. I'll always be there for them, but getting very tired of putting myself behind the eight ball to rescue them because they keep making mistakes and dragging their young children along for the ride. It's because of the little ones that I step in. If it were just my adult child in a screwed up relationship, I'd play the tough love card and tell them to figure it out, but I refuse to see my grandkids mistreated by anyone.
Got the tub cut down for Mom. Told her she should try it out today, as I spent an hour cleaning up the tub after the work was done, putting up a nice new curved shower curtain rod (more elbow room in the shower!) and putting nice new shower curtain liners up. Her response? "Eh...if I don't do it today, I'll do it tomorrow." Um...I'm thinking to myself, NO Mom...you will do it today. I just spent $800 to have that damn tub cut down and spent an hour getting it ready for you to use! I *knew* this would happen. It's not that it was too hard to get in and out of the tub, it's just that she doesn't want to shower, keep herself clean and thus, avoid the horrid smell in the house and the sores that can form on her skin because she's not clean. I know, I know. Many say it's part of aging, but you know what? I know a LOT of older people that don't resist being clean. This is not *just* an aging issue.
I'm so frustrated and depressed right now. Sibs are saying, "oh we wish we could help you"...yeah right. No you don't. If you did, you'd find a way to come over and take Mom somewhere (even though she resists going with anyone but me) to give me a break. You'd offer to do something helpful like bring a load of groceries or something. You'd offer to come over and help with housework - even THAT would be a welcome help!
Yay! - for getting round to making an appointment for yourself, at last! Make notes, or you'll get in there and completely forget what you wanted to ask.
Speaking of mom, y'all remember that doll I got for many months ago in hopes she'd cling to it vs pace the entire night away?.... well, she cuddles with her now. Keeps her arms from being on the bed and gives her comfort. In time it all becomes useful! LOL, oh... her behind is healing up nicely BUT... she is starting to get a sore.... on top of her big toe? How the hell does this happen? Yeegads, apparently at night, she scrunches down in the bed and the SHEET of al things rubs it. This is how tender their skin gets... a sheet is rubbing a sore in the top of her big toe.
Her appetite, today, has been awesome... so what if it causes messes, those don't bother me anymore either.
The weather has been just spectacular here... myself and my Oregon Son have been really doing lots of yard work. This place will be a sanctuary in a few weeks... a place of peace, quiet, love and lots of parties one day!
I still have this headcold/ or allergies. I haven't a clue what is anymore either...Finally made ME a drs appointment for tomorrow. Watch what happens, tomorrow I will wake up as if I've never been sick. Murphy's Law.
Hope y'all are doing great and that the snow has finally yielded to Spring!!