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.
'Better get me some more immodium - unless there's something you can suggest that works better..
Our Memorial Day visit to our daughter's had its ups and downs. He never knew which bathroom to use. I had to follow him around with his walker (no hand rails there) to every room, hoping he would not trip over one of their adorable puppies. We cut the trip short one day and it took three days before he began to feel comfortable at home. He wanted his son, who was here using our garage, to thank those ladies (another daughter and me) who brought him home for all their help (gas station stop in a hurry, etc.) He knew he needed them to help him out. We accepted his thanks..
But truly, you need to go and get meds for your severe headaches. They've done studies and found that people who have migraine headaches, and did Nothing to ease the pain, it was damaging their brain cells. Has to do with the lack of blood flow in the brain. Therefore, they're linking those with migraines and with dementia.
Just do it already!
Worked my butt of for two days both inside and out. Put her butt to work also (which created more work for me)
Gave her a bath and washed her hair this morning. Do you think she could just sit freaking down for 30 minutes without hissing and making negative comments? Of course not.... so after her saying 10 X's "Is this it? Is all I get to do is sit here all day"? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
So.... I'm getting her dressed and off we go to visit the ADC.
The 25 mg's of seroquel is not doing much if anything...
Good news is this weekend he is in offsite respite care though I could gave dropped him off this morning. Well we will pick him up Sunday night.
Hopefully my attitude will be better.
My mother has entered a new phase of medication management. If I put the pills out early now she'll just take them. So I've had to change tactics and put them out right before she needs them. I'm learning that the only thing to expect is change.
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Now she wants to call my cell which I never have on, it's just for road emergencies. She's asked for my address numerous times but I only give her the nearest village. 20 years ago when I didn't answer the phone she called the cops on me ... she wasn't looney tunes then and that's not happening!
Every visit unhinges me but she can no longer get at me. The admin at the NH told me today if I hadn't taken action to go low contact I'd be dead by now, a sobering thought. Fed my critturs, going to eat supper in front of the tv and get to bed early. Tomorrow is another day and it's mine, as is every day for the next week or two until I have to go visit again.
NO amount of sleep can make it better.
I've cried for 8 hours. WHY did she say those things? why?
I was also ready to pull my hair out when my parents got their pharmacy prescriptions sent to their post office box and I had to run to the post office daily to see if the meds came in.... after a few times to doing that, I put my foot down and asked my parents to have the meds delivered to the house.... it took some doing as Mom was convinced the mailman would steal her pills.
I need to catch the lawn guy and tell him to ignore anything my Dad says regarding *my lawn*..... [sigh]
Im sure I will have plenty of whine moments tomorrow...Dad cannot go an entire weekend without creating some drama.
It's getting to be so irritating for my fave sis and her daughters to ask me weekly if I'm still cooking. And then to be surprised that I'm still cooking! Okay, so, I'm 48 years old. You can still teach an old dog to do new tricks. Give me break! They should give me 2 months before I give up cooking and go back to microwavables! Not a measly few weeks. =(
In all seriousness, I find myself enjoying cooking. I still am impatient. If the sausage is not cooking fast enough, I raise the heat, and it comes out burnt, and the pan, too. Yeah, yeah, patience is a virtue.....