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.
My only whine is that I am horrible at "eyeballing" things like distance, weight, measurements, etc. I had to work on my mother's landscaping because her HOA gave her a notice to fix things. This is my second time going over to fix her yard. I had to buy a few hundred pounds of gravel, and after putting today's load all over, saw that I STILL didn't get enough. I'm in town overnight, and so will get another load tomorrow and do it again. Maybe the 3rd time will be the charm.
The transport company would probably have required you to pay for their services as will the dentist unless Mama has Medicaid in addition to Medicare. The principle of hospice is to provide comfort care for patients in their own home or an institution, BUT if a patient is being moved into a NH on hospice there is never any question about the need for an ambulance. You are changing hospices now so it does not matter but don't be afraid to make calls to the nursing supervisor every day or the hospice executive director and to cause the most trouble a letter to the chairman of the board of directors. these are a group of people from the community who meet monthly in a not for profit and often have little idea of what it takes to care for terminally ill patients and can stir up a lot of difficulties. if you described how badly your Mama is suffering with her teeth I guarantee they will all have toothache by the end of the meeting and Mama will be on her way to the dentist the next day. Bring with up when the new hospice comes to visit mama and get a promise she will go to the dentist within two days. Don't tell them she does not have pain tell them she never complains but you are sure how badly it must hurt and show them the blackened stump. in other words play up the negative and that the dentist is demanding to see her without delay.
Any time I visit there are only one or two cars in the visitors lot, often not one, and this may be for many reasons - distance, work, family responsibilities, that the resident is "out of it" or just plain demanding, mean and nasty. In any event, the staff are wonderful, the place spotless and everyone is well cared for.
Have a peaceful day,
Christine
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Christine
OMG, now I wonder if I will be doing the same thing when and if I reach his age [mid 90's].
I have taken to getting up and buzzing around when FIL starts talking crazy word salad. He usually doesn't seem to notice if I am not there, just keeps talking. Last night he was telling me a story over and over (and it was a story, never happened in real life) and I got up to turn the tv off because it was making me crazy having chatter in stereo. He grabbed my hand and said please don't walk away from me, I need you to listen to me. OMG. Well, that kind of floored me. I sat back down and patiently endured an hour and a half of that story again. And again. I do feel kind of bad for him because MIL won't hear him, Charles has better boundaries than I do and tells him to stop talking so much when he has had enough, and even the dogs won't stay near him when he gets like that.
Thanks for listening,
Christine
So here is a twist, FIL has been in a hateful mood to MIL today, but when the physical therapy nurse came in he was all sweet and flirty. Ewww. MIL is upset, of course. She can't hear him, which I think is because she doesn't WANT to hear him. I can't say I blame her. He says he can't swallow when it comes to dinner time, but gulps down pancakes and eggs and donuts at breakfast. There was a speech therapist here today, who might be able to help with the swallowing thing. She thought there was no reason for him to not be able to swallow except that it got attention from me and from MIL. Talk about dysfunctional. Normally I can be compassionate but the attention seeking cr*p pushes my buttons. He has late stage dementia, and so probably can't help much of his behavior. But dang. And, to add to the fun, he has suddenly become Houdini in getting out of his depends and then leaving them all around the house. He won't let me help him, thank every star, so have to get MIL or Charles to get him into new depends. Anyway, very aggravating day today. Add to this that the physical therapist showed up late, just as I was getting them to the dining room table for dinner. So more disruption.
Thanks for listening...
Christine
In the state where we live, there is a drought. I plant drought tolerant plants and I try to water effectively and efficiently when I have to water. My mother does not. I have told her and told her and told her (should I say it once more) not to do the watering.
Today, I had to go out. I suspected she might think about watering so I went out early and gave the plants a little. I wrote a note IN HUGE LETTERS that she please NOT WATER! When I got home I noticed the hose had been moved and the plants were all sloppily drenched. I am friggin weary. I think I am going to unscrew all the hoses and put them in my closet. That way it may stop her.
What was the rooster doing in the bathroom? LOL!
This morning, in the bathroom, the rooster is crowing! I guess this is their land and they can put their rooster wherever they want to. I was pissed off. I changed dad's pamper. Open the kitchen back door to air out the kitchen. And found our screen door was closed crooked. It's stuck. I tried pushing it. Won't budge.
Now I'm really pissed off. Sis knew this door is crooked. Our 2 adult nephews were home yesterday. Why didn't she ask them to fix it? Oh, No! It has to be me to do it.
So, I text SIL to ask if her son can come and fix the screen door. then 2nd text was pissing off that Sis knew this and could have asked her sons yesterday, why wait for me? Then after some fore thought, I text final: Why am I worrying about the rooster bothering Sis? Leave the rooster there.
The elderly tend to overfeed their pets. My mother was always doing it and when I inherited her little dog she was obese and obnoxious. Been 18 months now and she's become a "real" dog lol
kittyd, a person usually won't share their food with a cat or a dog unless they secretly love the animal.... they think it is so cute.... [sigh]. I have to keep reminding my significant other not to give the cats the left over milk in his cereal bowl, adult cats cannot tolerate it, even if the milk is Lactose-free. I always cringe when I see TV advertisements where someone is giving a bowl of milk to a cat.