Today has not been a good day.
My Dad (Mum's Carer) and suffering from chronic pain was in real agony earlier this evening - in bed now with "bearable" pain in his words.
Mum (early stage Alzheimer's) not really taking it in, kept offering him cups of tea, and then, after Dad had gone to bed, obsessively going through her diary and asking me questions - why did this entry change?, who are we due to see tomorrow?, what do you mean we might have to change plans tomorrow?, what time do we need to have breakfast tomorrow? over and over. Mum in bed too now.
I have to scream, but let me make it on a topic which at least has a funny side.
My parents have an apple tree in their garden, and apples from two neighbouring properties also drop into their garden. They have always collected the apples and bottled or frozen them - in reasonable quantities. Bottling now too difficult, so it's just freezing the purée.
Earlier today I de-iced their two freezers and one fridge/freezer. I counted up the 500gm pots of frozen apple purée. 50. Yes, fifty of them. Takes almost half the available freezer space. This for an elderly couple who are finally talking seriously about moving into sheltered accommodation later this year.
What makes it funny/screaming is that my Mum won't stop. She insists on carrying on and preparing/freezing more. The fact that we've run out of the plastic tubs doesn't matter. The fact that they need the remaining freezer space for their regular supplies doesn't matter.
Oh well, at least I'm learning. I've stopped arguing. Tomorrow or Wednesday, depending upon emergency appointments for my Dad, I'll help her peel and prepare several more kilos of apples. Thursday is compost bin day - I'll just add some apple purée to the bin when her back is turned.
Unless anyone fancies an apple crumble?
My Dad (Mum's Carer) and suffering from chronic pain was in real agony earlier this evening - in bed now with "bearable" pain in his words.
Mum (early stage Alzheimer's) not really taking it in, kept offering him cups of tea, and then, after Dad had gone to bed, obsessively going through her diary and asking me questions - why did this entry change?, who are we due to see tomorrow?, what do you mean we might have to change plans tomorrow?, what time do we need to have breakfast tomorrow? over and over. Mum in bed too now.
I have to scream, but let me make it on a topic which at least has a funny side.
My parents have an apple tree in their garden, and apples from two neighbouring properties also drop into their garden. They have always collected the apples and bottled or frozen them - in reasonable quantities. Bottling now too difficult, so it's just freezing the purée.
Earlier today I de-iced their two freezers and one fridge/freezer. I counted up the 500gm pots of frozen apple purée. 50. Yes, fifty of them. Takes almost half the available freezer space. This for an elderly couple who are finally talking seriously about moving into sheltered accommodation later this year.
What makes it funny/screaming is that my Mum won't stop. She insists on carrying on and preparing/freezing more. The fact that we've run out of the plastic tubs doesn't matter. The fact that they need the remaining freezer space for their regular supplies doesn't matter.
Oh well, at least I'm learning. I've stopped arguing. Tomorrow or Wednesday, depending upon emergency appointments for my Dad, I'll help her peel and prepare several more kilos of apples. Thursday is compost bin day - I'll just add some apple purée to the bin when her back is turned.
Unless anyone fancies an apple crumble?