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Sunday, November 7
Nov. 8th, 2021 01:39 amToday I am grateful for:
A few days ago, my sister who is Mom's POA announced on our family news page that Mom is staying in the hospital until there is room for her at the local personal care home. It hasn't quite sunk in yet, and I haven't quite released the tension I've had over this issue, but there's a lot to process.
I'm glad that when Mom was consulted, she said she was comfortable in the hospital. Some of my family mentioned that she doesn't even mention her house much, her memory is pretty bad. I think though, that she would recognize certain familiar things from her house if they can bring them to her room when she gets one at the PCH. While it makes me sad that she doesn't think about her house much, I suppose in many ways it is kinder than her missing it all.
So far, the plan is just to close up the house for winter, and no plans to disperse her belongings or sell it just yet. There is something very final about those steps.
Yes, all of this is very much feeling like Mom is gone already. I call her every couple of days, but it's not a conversation. I tell her about my life a bit, and she says "oh, yes" and such, but she has little to say about herself and seems to have no active thoughts about the world. There isn't much left of the person I knew.
All I can be grateful for, is that she is safer now, and she isn't trying to get to the bathroom on her own, struggling the whole time. She is getting regular meals and not sitting there with boxes of cookies and chips (my brother would buy her those all the time, thinking that she was still eating her real food. I saw in the week I was there that she was throwing out her meals, and just eating crap, then getting blood sugar attacks). She no longer has access to Tylenols (why would you let someone with no memory have free access to pain killers?) and she is able to get better pain killers under supervision. She is likely getting more exercise, because even "walking" herself around in her wheelchair is more than she was doing at home (she would barely go from her chair to the bathroom, but with a lot of danger as she couldn't walk well).
Getting old sucks.
We put up our Christmas lights outside. We won't turn them on until after Remembrance day, but it's good to get them up while the weather is still decent.
We picked up my sweetie's car from the mechanic; he got his winter tires put on as well.
We went to see River, and saw another rider as she was leaving. River did well tonight, he was relaxed and focused. I tried the new lead rope, and it is going to be better for all the ground work.
We came home and finished Season 1 of Loki.
A few days ago, my sister who is Mom's POA announced on our family news page that Mom is staying in the hospital until there is room for her at the local personal care home. It hasn't quite sunk in yet, and I haven't quite released the tension I've had over this issue, but there's a lot to process.
I'm glad that when Mom was consulted, she said she was comfortable in the hospital. Some of my family mentioned that she doesn't even mention her house much, her memory is pretty bad. I think though, that she would recognize certain familiar things from her house if they can bring them to her room when she gets one at the PCH. While it makes me sad that she doesn't think about her house much, I suppose in many ways it is kinder than her missing it all.
So far, the plan is just to close up the house for winter, and no plans to disperse her belongings or sell it just yet. There is something very final about those steps.
Yes, all of this is very much feeling like Mom is gone already. I call her every couple of days, but it's not a conversation. I tell her about my life a bit, and she says "oh, yes" and such, but she has little to say about herself and seems to have no active thoughts about the world. There isn't much left of the person I knew.
All I can be grateful for, is that she is safer now, and she isn't trying to get to the bathroom on her own, struggling the whole time. She is getting regular meals and not sitting there with boxes of cookies and chips (my brother would buy her those all the time, thinking that she was still eating her real food. I saw in the week I was there that she was throwing out her meals, and just eating crap, then getting blood sugar attacks). She no longer has access to Tylenols (why would you let someone with no memory have free access to pain killers?) and she is able to get better pain killers under supervision. She is likely getting more exercise, because even "walking" herself around in her wheelchair is more than she was doing at home (she would barely go from her chair to the bathroom, but with a lot of danger as she couldn't walk well).
Getting old sucks.
We put up our Christmas lights outside. We won't turn them on until after Remembrance day, but it's good to get them up while the weather is still decent.
We picked up my sweetie's car from the mechanic; he got his winter tires put on as well.
We went to see River, and saw another rider as she was leaving. River did well tonight, he was relaxed and focused. I tried the new lead rope, and it is going to be better for all the ground work.
We came home and finished Season 1 of Loki.
