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This morning got up early, got mom showered and dressed (mom has Dementia, specifically Lewy Body Disease) and we headed over to the lab to get her bloodwork done and the x-ray on her shoulder. Mom has fallen out of bed 12 times since the first week of December and I wanted to get her arm/shoulder checked out to make sure nothing is broken or fractured. Along with her bloodwork, they also did a urine specimen, the night before last she was up and out of bed 6 times between midnight and 7 AM to use the bathroom, this can't be normal.
Doctoring done, we went to eat breakfast at a nice little neighborhood restaurant. Walking in, there is a man seated, eating his breakfast with one of his tennis shoes off and the other on, it's gross. The owner mentioned to him to put it back on, he took the other one off, just to be obnoxious I guess, WEIRD.
Anyway, we both had a huge breakfast, ham, two eggs, hash browns and toast, mom cleaned her plate. She opened one of those little containers of strawberry jam for her toast, spread half of it on the toast and ate it. When she was through with everything else, she looked at me and said "I wish I had something else to eat the rest of the jam on". I told her I was sorry, my toast was gone too. I got up to pay the bill, when I came back to the table, mom is licking the rest of the jam out of the container, like a two year old would have.
We leave and I go make us hair appointments for Monday with our little Vietnamese beautician. 30 minutes after we eat, mom says she is hungry. I told her "I'm sorry", we just ate, you'll have to wait.
We go to the grocery store and I have to keep taking cookies and crackers and you name it out of her hands and put them back on the shelf, she's hungry.
While in the grocery store, I get a phone call from oldest daughter, she is my 20 year old that attends Florida State University, she's a Junior. She lives across town from us, moved out almost a year ago. Anyway, it's 12:30 and she is going to class, BUT, upon getting into her car, she backs out and hears/feels a pop, flat tire, she has a nail in the sidewall. I told her to call AAA. She tells me that her roommate is taking her to her class at 12:45 and she will be at school until 3:15, has to be at work at 5:00, doesn't know how she's going to get it done. She is the panicky one, she flips out when anything happens that throws her world out of joint.
I told her I'd call AAA and meet them at her car, I have a spare key. I call AAA and meet them at her car, of course mom is with me, I can't leave her at home alone. She is 86 and doesn't understand, "don't let the dog out". Anyway, the AAA guy can't plug the tire, can only put the spare on or tow it to a tire store. I asked him to just fill it with air, enough that I can drive it to a tire store myself. So, I get mom out of my car, a Yukon, and into her car, a Mustang. Now mom is 5'5" and weighs 228, not exactly a good fit for a Mustang Sally.
I get in the car, daughter is 5'6" and I am 5'7", but we definitely don't sit the same in a car, my knees are in my chest, and the seat is so reclined you could sleep in it. Her music is rap and I can't figure out how to turn the music down, change it, or just plain turn it off. So we drive. The car is a 2004, not old, but we are bumping all over the road and the alignment is pulling it drastically to the right. I'm thinking, "does my daughter not realize that this isn't the way a normal car drives?".
I get to the tire store and tell them about the nail, the young men are very pleasant, they ask me "what kind of nail is it?", I said "a silver one". Now how in the world would I know what kind of nail it is and what difference does it make? So I take them out to the car and show them the nail, they can't plug it and need to replace it. Based on the way the rest of the tires look, I told them to give me 4 new tires. I ask how long it will take? Oh an hour and a half and we can wait in their sitting room. So I pull mom out of the car and we go to the sitting room, by now it's 1:30.
It's finally finished at 3:30, mom has told me at least a dozen times, "I'm hungry, I'll take you out to lunch, what's wrong with your car, how long are we going to be here?". $550 later, I load mom back in the car and we head back to Amanda's. The car drives totally different, like a car should and I'm quite pleased.
We get home and I give mom a snack. We're waiting for hubby to come home to fix dinner, it's 4:30. Hubby travels with his job and has been gone since Monday, it's Thursday. I fix us steak, sweet potato and spinach, mom cleans her plate. By now it's 7:00 and she's ready to go to bed. Great! I can spend a little time with husband.
Husband and I watch the end of a documentary on cruising to the Antarctic and at 8:00 he's going to bed, so I decide to get in bed too. We watch some movie, well I did, he fell asleep before I got out of the shower. Youngest daughter got home from work (my younger daughter 18, a senior in high school) and I kissed her goodnight. The movie was over at 10:00, I shut the lights off.
I bought a video/audio baby monitor Monday, that I installed in mom's room. I can see when she gets up and help her back into bed. I'll also be able to see if she's on the floor and can go get her back up and back into bed. WELL, around 10:30 mom starts getting up to use the bathroom. She gets out of bed 6 times to use the bathroom before midnight, so I'm up 6 times to get her back in bed. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH HER???????? I'm getting angry, it's ridiculous!!!!!! Finally at 12:30 I told to get up and sit in her chair if she's not going to sleep, so she does.
I get back in bed and Jessie, the kitty from hell starts jumping on the door that separates our two living rooms. She can actually open the door if she keeps batting it with her paws. We keep it closed and with a child proof door knob cover on it because mom will wander in the night and has ended up upstairs looking for her bedroom twice.
THEN, husband starts snoring.............................
I gave up, got up, let the kitty from hell in the other living room and decided to create this blog. Just checked on mom, it's almost 2:00 in the morning and I'm going to try to go back to bed and hopefully get some sleep. This is definitely the life from hell right now!!!!!!
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You know we've had this discussion! The husband snoring (mine) and the DAMN Cat. Sleepless nites kick your a$$. Your a good mommy too!!! No wonder you looked totally "whipped" the other day, Jeez louise. I know when the Mom starts looking for food. Kinda like my g-son a non-stop "g-mom I need snack, g-mom I'm hungry......"
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Posted by grammice
on 2008-01-21 08:28:29
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