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.
Word of advice: Before you go home, make sure to take painkillers to dull the pain from the car ride. Also, bring 2 pillows. One to sit on (to help cushion Any bumps on the road) and one for your back (to help cushion the bumps and vibrations of the moving car.) It won't stop the pain but it sure helps not make it excruciating!
My whine for today is: When will that darn cockroach die?!!! It's close to 930am. I sprayed that bugger about 30 minutes ago. I must have missed it when it was fleeing. I thought the coast was clear - to make breakfast. And it's still running around on the kitchen floor. I had to re-spray it and flee back to the livingroom. I'm hungry!!!!
Sorry for the bad news Sallie :(
Today is NOT a good day.....Mom's not doing well with her memory today. She's remembering things from her childhood - told me how an uncle followed her when she walked home one night - she said he was a lech. (this just came out of the blue, she just started talking about it)....but then she took a nap and waited too long to go to the bathroom and had an accident....so she went and got changed. Came out, sat in her chair for an hour, waited too long to go again, got up and had an accident again. Then, after I changed the protective pad on her chair, got her clean clothes (again) and put her pillow from her chair in the wash, because she peed on that too, she came out and sat down. I asked her if she had changed her pad - she said, "I think I did" - I went in the bathroom - no, she didn't change it. She didn't flush the toilet either, and she didn't change her wet underwear and pants. So she came out and sat on her chair in the same wet underwear and pants, which got the new pad on the chair wet again. So...back to the bathroom again to change her clothing, her pad, her underwear...then change the chair pad again.....
These steps along the dementia road sometimes come faster than we expect. The rest of the day, she's been relatively fine, even walked into the kitchen to get herself a snack earlier, instead of asking me for it (which is her normal course of action), got a haircut (we have someone who comes to the house to do it) and I even got her to go outside and walk up and down the ramp twice, and sit in the sunshine. So strange how she can go from having a really bad morning to being fine the rest of the day. I hate the aging process and what it's doing to her. :-(
Make preparations before the surgery so there are plenty of microwave foods in the freezer.
I can make this my whine.... why on earth send someone home from surgery who can barely walk, with drains in your body that you have to care for yourself, hurting like there is no tomorrow.... to be cared by someone who is totally clueless. Thank goodness he didn't ask me when is dinner ;)
But I agree for Texarkana to lay it on with a trowel... we deserve time to heal.
And once you get home and you're convalescing, lay it on with a trowel and be shameless about demanding peace and quiet while you're in such a delicate condition (even if you're not, you're fine, and you're actually ready to go fifteen rounds in the boxing ring!). If your husband and mother have to adjust and come to some new modus vivendi because of it, so much the better! - it might even last on into the future.
Forty miles away from your doctor sounds a lot! - or am I just being British about this and failing to take US geography into account? But isn't there anybody you trust any closer than that?
While doing these chores our Black Lab, Marley, ran circles around the tractor, just having a great time. She carries a ball in her mouth, hoping I will stop and throw it for her, which I do whenever I need to get off the machine for any reason. When it was time for her supper, I went in and fixed her dish of food and went out again. Shortly, she was joyfully running alongside again.
After finishing with the lawn I went in to watch a program on TV and was soon interrupted by my husband, who is 90 and suffering from vascular dementia. He wanted to know if I knew those two ladies who worked on the lawn this afternoon and if I did would I please call them and thank them for allowing his dog to cavort about - since she really enjoyed it..
He was soo serious... and Marley often had her fun while I mowed, etc.. Sometimes it is so hard to understand. He can go along for days without an outrageous comment and then he comes up with one when I had almost forgotten that he has a problem..
I guess that was not really a whine - but here's one.. I am so tired of waiting behind him to get where I want to go. He and that walker take up so much space and he is always walking, slowly, - right where I need to go.. I was born in a hurry and not blessed with much patience... And there is so much to do. and the days are so short and the nights are so long... There! that's a couple more whines, right?
Sue can't guess at Mom's new behaviours. Hope she does not run around the hotel like that on your trip or worse at a rest stop
Mom's recent bathroom-sitting fetish started about 2 or 3 weeks ago - she just goes in there and sits - and I know all she's doing most of the time is urinating, because she sits there so long that she forgets to flush....and wipe....so I know what she did in the toilet didn't take 20-30 minutes.
I honestly am concerned that her memory is getting bad enough that when she goes in there, she just kind of loses track of time and just sits there. Then she forgets that she's used the toilet and needs to wipe/flush, change her incontinence pad, etc. This time, though....that was something new. She said she just didn't feel like undressing and putting her nightgown on, nor did she feel like pulling up her pants. So she just took them off, and came out here in her shirt and underwear alone. (Sitting here shaking my head.) I did go pants-hunting and she had taken her underwear and pants off and put a new pair of underwear on. But her pants and underwear were not soiled, and she had picked them up and put them in the dirty clothes hamper. But she couldn't put them back on? (Another head shake.) I think there's more at play here than just "I didn't want to put them back on". I don't know - maybe I'm reading too much into it. It's just so unlike her to come out into the common area of the house in just her underwear. She's never done that before.
Since you mentioned sitting.... mom can poot gas for a really long time. Seriously... I listen at night and the poot part is sooooooo long. We eat the same food and no i do not do it .
Mom just walked out of the bathroom (after sitting in there for about 45 minutes) in nothing but her shirt and her underwear. Not sure where the heck her pants went. I'm on the phone with my son right now, but I guess I have to go pants-hunting when I get done...she was joking about it when she came out, so not sure what the heck is going on. Very worried I'm going to go in there and find the pants full of something I *don't* want to clean up....
this is a new one....
xoxo
You don't owe your brother any explanations, you know, by the way. He has to find an alternative to leaning on you; then you can see how you feel about offering some cautious support in the future. NOT NOW. And don't you dare feel bad about it!
Veronica, I watch the real life ER show. It never fails, they always mention that when it’s the Full moon, weird things happen to people that lands them in the ER. And they have seen an increase of visits – on the full moon. So, I may not really believe it, but I can accept that it may affect some people.
My whine for the day – is my usual whine in my head – why can’t sis cook rice so that when I come home from work, I just have to worry about finding meat? No rice, means no meat. Which means microwavable dinner. =( Yet, when I cook breakfasts on Sundays, I ALWAYS cook an extra portion for sis. sigh…