I remember Thumper from the movie Bambi saying ~ if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.....
Well that is kinda where I've been for the last months..... It's been trying to say the least, however this last moth has been a dozy....
It all starts in January:
My Uncle Paul passed away after a lengthy illness. The hubs & I drove Doris to the funeral 3 hrs away. All went well.... She visited with family she hasn't seen in a long time.... She was disappointed there was no baked beans, but life goes on....
The ride home was uneventful for the most part..... Until we heard the words I need the bathroom.....
Hubs stops and takes her in, on the way out she stumbles, falls and after a visit to the hospital she has broken 4 bones in her foot..... Yep, non-weight bearing for at least 4 weeks..... It's ok, I can do this..... I call the cargiver's boss, extend her hours somewhat so I can leave all day Thursdays....
Our day consist of waking up, using the commode... transferring to her walker, sitting down and I pull her to the living room.... 4 wks of pulling her around. Going to the doctor appt consist of getting her in the wheelchair, down 3 steps, transfer to car, go to appt. reverse..... Nothing is heavier than dead weight... Back up the steps.... whew I need a nap now...
At the last doctor appt I happily heard the words weight bearing.... YES the ole girl can stand on her foot... no more commodes... no more dragging her around.... Yippee....
About this time I realized my knee was acting up again.. Yes the same knee I had surgery on last summer... I could had cried... I now am waiting for a MRI to determine what kind of surgery I need. I am back to crutches when I go out, around the house I can walk as long as I take it easy.....
The days are crazy......
This was my last Wednesday:
So this morning my mom had an appt for an ultrasound
of her kidneys etc. at 12:30 I give her 32 oz of water. She drinks it
all and declared at 1:15 she's gotta poop. I said don't pee! She comes
back out & proceeds to drink more water. Kept saying I need to burp.
I get her in the car, pulling out and she starts puking. I reach across
and whip the door open. She says I'm ok shuts the door and proceeds to
repeat 2 more times. She declared she's ok now and start on our way to
her appt. almost there she says my new hearing aid is gone! The one we
paid $xxxx for. I stop the car, go to her side of the car, look around (yes she puked in my car, down the door) no hearing aid...I drive back home look in puke. Look in house. Go back to hospital. Get her registered
telling the girls you gotta shout. And no I can't push her wheelchair.
Get her test finished. The tech stands up and crunch. Yes she stepped
on the hearing which was in her clothing. Oops. I could have cried. I
stop at the hearing aid place. Explained my day & pulled the
crunched hearing aid. She gets on the phone and praise God it is still
under warranty. Monday should get it back. So I take her home, get her in
the house with her walker. I go clean puke out of my car, get the mail.
Walk in the house and she's laying on the floor. I said what happened.
She responds I don't know. Ugh. Call hubs home to help get her up she goes
to bed saying she's exhausted....
I think I'm the exhausted one... Feeling alone, no support other than my family. I think it's time for some chocolate.....
