LO can be siblings, adult children, relatives. Later in life is fast approaching, and I want to be the sweet little old lady any caregiver would love to fix hair, wheel around, give good care to, be proud to take out in public, and most of all love. A recent fall in my yard made me realize that may never happen, and I could end up an awful person.
Make this post about you, what are your hopes and dreams as you age, how will you fulfill that? What is your caregiver going to post about you.? Yes, it is fully understood we don't care what "they" say, but what would YOU want them to say?
Go ahead, exaggerate!
Actually, all 5 of my kids have made plans to bring me to their homes when I get "that way". So sweet and NOT what I want. They see a pretty bouncy 59 yo who tends for free and cleans the house, to boot. I imagine I will be a holy terror in my old age and they will be glad I am living in a nice, locked in facility.
I also imagine they will say "where on earth did mom learn to talk that way??" Weirdly, as I am getting older and I can't find a word I want to use, I use the German word instead. I imagine I will be fluently speaking a language they don't understand.
In the future we may see Andre Rieu hosting a whole audience of caregivers and their loved ones, with special melodies adapted to those who grew up in the 20's, 30's, or 40's. Plans are already considered of copyrighting this concept as a new elder care therapy and marketing it to other orchestras.
In the meantime Dmanbro and Windy have teamed up to create the first nursing home that ....hold your breath....actually has real, working, effective humidification. No more dry air. No more gasping as you walk into the place and feel the air being sucked out of your lungs b/c it's so dry. No more rapid exhaustion b/c of the low humidity turning you into a parched caregiver. No more itching and scratching and applying bottles of lotion because your skin has dried out like shoe leather.
There's a problem with my winter ghillie suit though. I wore it this morning b/c it was chilly after the frost, and the police came over after frightened neighbors called, having concluded that I was a Yeti that had moved south because of global warming.
Windy's going to start a horse riding therapy program for the little old ladies in the hospice home where he volunteers, inbetween rewiring all the nursing homes with defective wiring that's unsafe. He's already stressing out his caregivers because he's so active and won't sit still to rest up.