I try to practice ,one day at a time and I get lots of help, I often end the day with harsh words and exhaustion. On the days when I have full responsibility, I never to make it thru without some loss of serenity, some lack of patience, and sadly, lack of respect for his condition and his person.
I strive to be happy in moments. A full 24 hours is too much to ask. Today, I will just try to look at what I have done well in the moment. Trying my best to be part of the stream of life.
Trying to keep my hubby part of life and involving him in some social interaction has been a big part of being able to keep him at home with me for so many years. It becomes more and more difficult.
One of my husband's dearest friends, has always struggled with accepting exactly where my husband is today.(really all along the process) This friend is not a carer in any way, he is a good man and friend. He just does see the issues as they come up. He has invited us for lunch today at a very posh restaurant which we all loved going to in the past. It will be a big challenge for me. This friend sees it as a treat, which it is and so kind of him. But at the same time, it will be difficult. As I will need to ask the waiter to remove all the extra glasses and all the superfluous silver cutlery. Keeping it as simple as possible for my husband.
And then, there the bathroom issue....if Nicky is too nervous, he wants to go constantly. We have not gotten to see these friends for some time and they have had their share of stress and difficulties and challenges lately.....so I wanted to accept the invitation and be with them.
Our last venture out to a posh restaurant in Sept for a lunch for the 57 wedding anniversary of some other friends. did not end too well. Strange people ,strange bathroom, strange places, not ideal. And I said I was not going to take him out to a posh restaurant again. But here we go again.
On Friday night, I had 15 people over to the house for a chili feed.We played Bluegrass music and had a wonderful time. I was very relaxed. The lovely carer who went with us to Italy, came and took care of Nick all evening. It allowed me to fully relax and enjoy myself and make music. That is the thing, if I am caring, and the one responsible for taking him to the loo and attending to his needs, I am not that relaxed.
Later in the afternoon today, I will sing with my classical ensemble and then there is an apero after the concert. My hubby will not come this time. Lunch will be enough social interaction for him, a long walk in nature will serve him better. His lovely carer brought him to the last performance and that worked well. He is not that interested in music, so I do not feel obliged to have bring him along again. So, after lunch with our friends, I will meet up with his carer and turn him over for the rest of the day to her gentle care. He is really better served by others than me.
But I need to give myself some credit. I will bath him now in preparation for the outing, dress him well ( he still looks good when dressed up for socializing). Conscientiously remembering, it is I who arranges for him to get his walk in nature, exercise and so that his life is comfortable. He receives an individual, personalized care program on a daily basis, no institution would provide him with that. So, I can come full circle and say..."Yes, I am doing a good job caring for him , not perfect but nonetheless a good job.".
I strive to be happy in moments. A full 24 hours is too much to ask. Today, I will just try to look at what I have done well in the moment. Trying my best to be part of the stream of life.
Trying to keep my hubby part of life and involving him in some social interaction has been a big part of being able to keep him at home with me for so many years. It becomes more and more difficult.
One of my husband's dearest friends, has always struggled with accepting exactly where my husband is today.(really all along the process) This friend is not a carer in any way, he is a good man and friend. He just does see the issues as they come up. He has invited us for lunch today at a very posh restaurant which we all loved going to in the past. It will be a big challenge for me. This friend sees it as a treat, which it is and so kind of him. But at the same time, it will be difficult. As I will need to ask the waiter to remove all the extra glasses and all the superfluous silver cutlery. Keeping it as simple as possible for my husband.
And then, there the bathroom issue....if Nicky is too nervous, he wants to go constantly. We have not gotten to see these friends for some time and they have had their share of stress and difficulties and challenges lately.....so I wanted to accept the invitation and be with them.
Our last venture out to a posh restaurant in Sept for a lunch for the 57 wedding anniversary of some other friends. did not end too well. Strange people ,strange bathroom, strange places, not ideal. And I said I was not going to take him out to a posh restaurant again. But here we go again.
On Friday night, I had 15 people over to the house for a chili feed.We played Bluegrass music and had a wonderful time. I was very relaxed. The lovely carer who went with us to Italy, came and took care of Nick all evening. It allowed me to fully relax and enjoy myself and make music. That is the thing, if I am caring, and the one responsible for taking him to the loo and attending to his needs, I am not that relaxed.
Later in the afternoon today, I will sing with my classical ensemble and then there is an apero after the concert. My hubby will not come this time. Lunch will be enough social interaction for him, a long walk in nature will serve him better. His lovely carer brought him to the last performance and that worked well. He is not that interested in music, so I do not feel obliged to have bring him along again. So, after lunch with our friends, I will meet up with his carer and turn him over for the rest of the day to her gentle care. He is really better served by others than me.
But I need to give myself some credit. I will bath him now in preparation for the outing, dress him well ( he still looks good when dressed up for socializing). Conscientiously remembering, it is I who arranges for him to get his walk in nature, exercise and so that his life is comfortable. He receives an individual, personalized care program on a daily basis, no institution would provide him with that. So, I can come full circle and say..."Yes, I am doing a good job caring for him , not perfect but nonetheless a good job.".