Wednesday,November 1, 1995
I got lucky again. We went back to bed at about 9:30 last night.
But we were back up again at 2:30 a.m. I think it was my fault though. I was so
sound asleep and didn't hear my mother when she got up. She used her potty, and
since I wasn't awake to help her, she got up and went to her chair instead of
going back to bed.
The house was so cold then. It's a wonder we both don't have pneumonia. Feels
like I'm close to it with this cold I have.
I tried lying down in the next room to watch her as I dozed a little, but as soon as I did, she
was up. I took her to the bathroom successfully but she was confused and didn't want
to go back to bed. She went back to her chair, but I couldn't keep her covered up.
She kept throwing her leg wrap off.
We did go back to bed at 4:00 a.m., but for no longer than five minutes. She was right
back up again, sitting on the side of the bed. So I got her robe and shoes on her
again and took her to her chair.
At about 4:30 a.m, she started talking to the sofa across the room, asking it who was
going to bring breakfast. I told her it wasn't quite breakfast time, feeling that
she wouldn't eat it if I fixed it so early. I could tell she wasn't understanding, so
I went ahead and fixed breakfast. I got it ready, and she came to the table and ate
like she was starved. I guess she was, because she wouldn't eat any supper last night,
so all she had was Ensure. She didn't eat a much breakfast or lunch yesterday, either.
Monday, November 5, 1995
At 10:45 tonight I sunk into my bed and pulled up the covers, thinking
how nice it felt. Fifteen minutes later my mother was up. I explained to her that
it was the middle of the night and that she needed to stay in bed. She went back,
but was right up again. We went through the explanation again, and then again she
was right back up. So I got her in her robe and house shoes and took her to her chair.
She complained all the way about something (Again, I couldn't understand her). If only
I could figure out what she really wants on these awful crazy nights. Lately she often
can't find the words. The words and phrases she says are meaningless. Somewhere
scattered among them are "She said" or "He said"--which must be coming from her dreams.
I'm so tired. And yet I don't want to give up. We had a good evening. At supper
she ate well for the first time today, and she enjoyed the movie we watched tonight.
I don't want to give up times like that, but I'm just so tired of being up so much
at night.
Tuesday, November 6, 1995
We went back to bed for a few minutes. My mother said she wanted to.
But then she was back out of bed twice. I insisted that she go back to bed each time.
She finally did, but she cried herself to sleep.
A little while later she got up to use the bathroom. She went back to bed, in a good
mood now, and said that it was "a good warm place". But then a few minutes later, she
was up again, laughing this time. She laughed when I got her into her robe and houseshoes,
laughed when I told her it was midnight, and laughed as I took her to her chair.
Saturday, November 11, 1995
What a night! I feel like I haven't slept a wink. I haven't much.
Here's the way it was:
6:00 p.m. - My mother began throwing up as she was having her evening tea after
supper.
Now at 5:00 a.m., she's sitting here in her chair, wrap thrown off, just starring into
space. There's a slight storm going on. It has been very windy and raining hard all night,
which could have had something to do with her not sleeping well. Having an upset stomach,
I'm sure, didn't help either.
Friday, November 17, 1995
It's 6:00 p.m. now. My mother didn't eat supper. I can't get her to take
her medicine. I can't get her dentures out or get her ready for bed. She's not going to
bed. She just wants to sit up and sleep in her chair
Tuesday, November 21, 1995
On Friday, I knew I couldn't sit up all night with my mother and
still go on my shopping trip and to my support group meeting the next day. So I called
my sister. She had our mother in bed by 7:00 p.m., and the rest of the night went fine.
In fact, every night has since then, until this one. This one hasn't gone well at all.
It's 2:00 a.m. now. It was another night of needing to use the bathroom but not realizing
it and getting angry (and hitting) when I tried to show her what she needed to do. She
told me that she didn't want to be with me, and that she didn't like me. The other night
she told my sister that I'm just mean and she didn't want to live with me, and yes, she
did want to go to a nursing home.
My sister said, well then, that's where you will be going. I guess I'm ready this time,
myself. I don't want to, but I guess it's time now and I have to.
Friday, November 24, 1995
We made it through Thanksgiving Day yesterday, although I didn't think at
first that my mother was going to go at all. She told me "No!", but along with that she
mumbled something about "That old boy!"
So I called my sister. My mother heard me tell her we weren't coming for Thanksgiving
dinner. She sat in her chair for about a half hour. When I saw her getting up, I went
to see if she needed to use the bathroom. She said no. Then I asked her if she was ready
to go to Myrtle Lee's for Thanksgiving Dinner, she nodded yes and asked "Who said I wasn't
going? I always go to everything at Myrtle's".
The day went fine except for some indigestion she had after dinner. It went really well
when my niece's little dog was lying in her lap. After supper, I got us packed up and ready
to come back as soon as possible, because I could see she was getting tired and restless.
When we got back, she wasn't interested in watching TV, and she wanted to go to bed at
6:00 p.m. We were up at 2:00 a.m., but that's understandable after going to bed so early.
This time she has already had a full eight hours of sleep. I haven't quite, though, because
whenever I'm up with her using the bathroom, it takes me a while to get back to sleep.
At 2:00 a.m. this morning was thinking "that man" was here. When I showed her it was still
dark outside and no one was coming, she said "Well, I'll declare," but she's not going back
to bed. She's convinced someone is coming.
I was lucky again, though. An hour later, she went back to bed. As she got into bed, I was
afraid she wouldn't stay, because she kept talking about something needing to be done.
She did stay, though, until daylight! What a wonderful feeling to be still in bed when
the sun comes up!
Breakfast brought problems again. My mother was angry with me at breakfast because I wasn't
feeding "the others". She said this as she pointed to the livingroom. So I took my breakfast
to the couch and left it there. I came back to be with her as she ate breakfast, and then she
got upset with me because I wasn't eating. So I went and got my breakfast back. And again, she
was angry with me for not feeding the others.
I didn't get her to take her medicine. I thought I had got her to take the coated aspirin she's
required to take each day. But I found it in the bottom of her juice glass. I tried later to
give her one and thought she got it down that time, but a half hour later I heard something being
thrown across the floor, and sure enough, it was her pill.
My sister said I could stop trying with that and the vitamins if she won't take them on the first
try (she's supposed to take a Vitamin E each day, too), but I want to at least try a few times.
When she goes to the nursing home, though, it will be out of my hands, and I don't know if she will
get them then.
The nursing home was the main topic of discussion yesterday with my sister, sister-in-law, a niece,
and me. My sister is going to the local nursing home to see if she can speed up getting my mother
in. Of course, if there's no opening, there's nothing that can be done.
I want to keep my mother through the holidays--till after Christmas and New Year's. But, as I am
told, the family get-togethers only seem to confuse my mother more and get her more agitated. They
don't mean anything to her any more, and most of the time she doesn't recognize any of my family anymore--
at least not as who they are. My sister Myrtle Lee is her dead sister Myrtle, and my brother William is
her dead brother Bill, when she does happen to recognize them as someone she knows.
It might be best for her to be in a nursing home. Maybe they can figure out how to get her to take
her medicine and to eat better. Maybe they can figure out what to do about the indigestion and
the swelling. Maybe she's to the point where going won't bother her, because she doesn't know
any of us and doesn't believe she's at home anyway.
But what am I to do afterward? How am I to live in this house where everything will remind me my
mother? Even the flowers will remind me of her, because I planted them for her. Those that come
up in the spring will seem a mockery if she never gets to see them. There are more I had ordered
that need to be planted, but why bother? I know I will not want to see flowers again, or hear music
like we've listened to, or watch the movies we've watched. Even the singing of the birds will
remind me of her, and our little stray cat, Pansy, will bring back the memories. I wish I could
just win a million dollars from one of those sweepstakes so I wouldn't have to work and I could
just travel and and go far away and stay away for a long, long time.
Saturday, November 25, 1995
We were up last night at 10:00 p.m. and sat up until 2:00 a.m.
I'd had a hard time going to sleep, and I think I had just fallen asleep before
we got up at 10:00 a.m. When we did go back to bed at 2:00, I still couldn't get to
sleep. Around 3:30 a.m. this morning, my mother was sitting on the side of the bed
saying "Please give me a place to lie down". I told her this was her bed and that
she should lie down and go to sleep. She did, but as she was lying down, she said
"Please give me a home. This was mine. It was given to me..." I couldn't understand
the rest, but I'm sure it was something about her home having been taken away from
her.
Sunday, November 26, 1995
We were up again, same time last night--10:00 p.m. This time I was
extremely tired and did get some sleep--about 3 hrs.
My mother fell asleep last night softly talking to herself--nothing I could understand,
though.
Yesterday afternoon she got hysterical while my sister was here, and I'm so glad she
was here, because I'm just so tired lately. My sister has begun staying after her
afternoon visit and through supper to try to get my mother to eat something and take
her medicine, and that really has been helping.
Thursday, November 30, 1995
The end has come. It will be either tomorrow, or in the next few days,
or just after Christmas. I will be pushing for the latter. I had begun to relax the
last couple of days because there were no openings in the local nursing home and no
promises for getting my mother in because there were several people ahead of her on the list.
Then my sister-in-law found out there is an opening in the nursing home where she has
just started working--about 20 miles south of here. It's supposed to be a fantastic
nursing home, really impressive, the way my sister-in-law describes it.
So someone from there came today to talk to my mother and me. She arrived at the same time
as the Home Health nurse, and she didn't stay long, because she found out most of what she
needed to know by watching my mother when the nurse talked to her.
So now I just hope we can hold off till after Christmas. I need three weeks to get myself ready,
to get adjusted to the idea, and maybe even some plans for job-hunting. I wouldn't be able to find
a job now, so close to Christmas, so I might as well remain taking care of my mother until afterwards
and go ahead with our family get-together as planned.
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