My mom had a stroke about 4 months ago and has been in rehab/SNF ever since. Her left side was affected by the stroke. Her memory/cognitive abilities are just fine, except when it comes to absorbing her health and care needs. She remembers everyone, all the aides' names and family members, what my kids did yesterday or an hour ago, what she had for breakfast, dinner, etc. She is finally going home to 24/7 care on Friday. She is thrilled to be going home, but understandably freaked out that she (who has lived alone for 35 years) needs someone there all day and night. She KEEPS asking me to explain why she needs this level of care and I KEEP telling her it's because she can't get out of bed or wheelchair alone, etc. She'll call me back five minutes later to ask me again. And then 5 minutes after that. It's driving me crazy. I get annoyed and start yelling at her, which of course makes me feel guilty and terrible. What is the right thing to do here? Repeat it over and over? Block her calls? (I do that lately.)
Maybe it would help to emphasize the progress she's made. For the past 4 months she has had to be where many people with specialized skills have been available to help her. Now she has progressed to the point where she needs only one person around, and it can be in her own home. That is truly wonderful. You are so glad that she doesn't need to be in a skilled nursing facility permanently. Who know what progress she may make in the future? But for now you are thrilled that she can get along with one helper, to get in and out of bed, etc.
I say this MIGHT help ... but her denial may be stronger than her logic at this point.
Try to be patient. Babalou has some additional practical suggestions that might help.
That's my take on it. Perhaps other posters will have other thoughts.
In terms of dealing with her phone calls and questions, can she comprehend what she reads? Type her an explanation ( simple sentences...you had acstroke. It's not safe for you to be alone).
You need to make sure that the home aides understand that they can't leave if she "fires" them. Make sure her building management knows that even if she calls 911 to have the aides arrested, they can't leave.
People with any kind of cognitive impairment need reminders. Old habits and patterns of thought die hard. Even BEFORE her stroke, mom would call my brother about broken items in her Independent Living apartment, and me about other issues. " Tell the staff", we'd remind her. We made her a laminated sign that said that, in large friendly letters.
After my mother in laws stroke, she kept trying to get out of bed in the nh. My bil, a scuba diver, made her a large sign with a shark that said " the shark will get you if you try to get put of bed". She'd laugh, and remember what her son had said about how dangerous it would be to try, as dangerous as it is when HE encounters sharks.
One more thing. Anyone here can tell you that I'm a big fan of psychopharmacology. My experience has been that even just the beginning of of cognitive impairment brings on terrible anxiety. Anti-anxiety and antidepressant meds have made my mom's life liveable. She's not doped up. She's just not agitated anymore. You might want to talk to mom's docs about this expecially for the move.
You've got an ambulette service moving her, yes? Let them manage her. You take the subway. At least for me, i always need an escape hatch and i want the ambulette folks to do the wheelchair management, otherwise, my mom assumes I'm going to do all the heavy lifting and my knees don't do that stuff anymore. If possible have her new aide meet you at rehab and have HER ride in the ambulette. If not, have her meet you at mom's.
The Fri-Mon caregiver is lovely, very low-key. What a day of mishaps though. First, the aide sat on the IKEA bed I built for her and it broke!! I mean, she is large, but not massive. Poor thing was very embarrassed, as was I. Maybe I put it together wrong--oy. So I've ordered a box spring.
Later, I crawled under the hospital bed to plug in a lamp and my mom started lowering it!! I was almost crushed to death. Fortunately, I survived. Yeesh.
I stayed over (in an extra bed in my mom's room) and was happy that she slept soundly through the night. (I feel like I have a new baby.)
Now I am home and very glad to be here myself. Hoping all goes well. No call from anyone yet, so that's a good sign. At the SNF, my mom called me countless times per day.
Thanks for all the support! I hope to offer more to others as they go through this stuff.
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