Saturday, 20 June 2015

That was a week!

Well, this is almost the end of another week and we're dipping our toes into the Summer Solstice, we're half way through the year, soon it'll be Christmas.

As a non-Christian, do I celebrate the Summer Solstice.  Nope.  I'll probably sit outside for a while, but then I sit outside as much as I can, usually after 8:45, once the dust of the day has settled and all is quiet upstairs (for a while).

It's definitely been a week though.  Between people claiming not to know anything, people being patronising, people being stupid etc etc etc.  Take the District Nurse, for example, once she finally arrived.  Making small talk with Mum, asks her how long it takes to get up in the morning - oh, boy,I braced for the potential impact of that question.  But, no, Mum handled it quite well, with comments about how things used to be 3 years ago.  I then get a dirty look from the District Nurse because I gently correct Mum and explain, for the 1,157,342 time why she can't get out of bed.  Fortunately, Mum took it well and so endeth the episode.

Then Mum raises the same issue with some of our new carers.  And they laugh and joke with her about the fact there's no way to get her down the stairs etc etc etc.  Again, fortunately, Mum took it in good stead.  But it makes me wonder - do these people no understand the situation they are coming in to?  Obviously not.  But, then again, most of them haven't seen Mum in a distressed state.  None of them have ever had to calm her down and ease her back into the way things are.

Nope, none of them have to cope with the aftermath of their inane comments, so they just keep on making them.

So, let's see.  Had to jump up & down at District Nurses, Doctor's surgery, Carers and their management.  All to get things done right for Mum.  Have I jumped up and down at anyone this week because of me - nope.  Though I think a really good scream might well be in order.

Then there was dad deciding he doesn't like sleeping so much and his meds are to blame therefore let's not take all our meds and see what happens!!!!!!!  Which meds does he stop taking?  His heart pill and his diabetic pill.  He keeps that up he'll be in the eternal sleep!

Then there was the salt spilled all over the floor, the garden only partly watered (it's been a bit dry of late, strange thing to say for Scotland) so some plants are thriving, others are dying.

Then there was the cat being sick.

Then dad's computer stopped working (at first it could wait until next week when I take him shopping, but now, every time I walk in the house I am asked why I haven't got him a new computer *sigh*).

I should have done the reordering of the monthly medicines midweek last week, but didn't realise they were due.  I put the slips into the dr's this morning: I hope I have enough of a supply to last until Wednesday next week, I think I do.  I could get the pharmacy to do it automatically BUT have you ever tried to sort out medications if the dosage or chemical has been changed but you have no control over which meds get sorted?  It's not easy and I got fed up trusting people and coming home only to go all the way back to the pharmacy cos it was the wrong drug or the wrong dosage.

And finally, it's Father's Day tomorrow.   Mum wants me to get dad "that thing about the . . . oh, you know!"  It was on the TV. An awful lot is on the TV, can you narrow it down?  At that point the lip quivers and the tears gather because she can't remember what it is she wants to get him for father's day and can't narrow down the description so I could make an educated guess.  But, at least I have the card - which she can't sign.

My caring started at 7 this morning, with a "clear up on aisle one!"  (aka a bowel motion)  Fortunately, it was before my sinus spray so . . .  Unfortunately, it was after my own breakfast.  The rest I leave to your imagination.

What's that saying?

Always be yourself, unless you can be a unicorn, then always be a unicorn.

I'll always be a unicorn, thank you and sparkle in the moonlight and expel rainbows of varying degrees of density he he he he  You don't have to be mad to be a carer, but it helps!

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