I haven't seen or consulted a doctor since before the pandemic. I have been so stressed by everything - my mother, my nasty brother, my own chronic pain and the dysfunction I have long felt in my foot and lower leg(many years) that my attention is now on my blood pressure. As I only have one kidney I have been warned by consultants that I must not allow it to become high because it will then cause my kidney function to be attacked and permanently lowered. Exercise will or would help but my pain has been so bad of late...and I am quite aware of the psychological connections of pain.Everything feels overwhelming at times. At other times I seem so efficient and capable with the many health professionals I speak to on behalf of my mother.
I posted before about my mother having 2 falls and my brother, who went out to the second one and his alarm and anger that "he should have to deal with" the fact that she had wet herself because she was on the floor and that he thought I "ought" to be there instead. And the actual wetting herself was the smallest of the problems and had only happened because in the time he took to get there she couldn't get up(because of her knees) and had no choice. She wasn't feeling very well though but it hadn't that day seemed to make any worsening change to her cognition.
Anyway she went to hospital. As I I expected all of the tests came back with "nothing remarkable" showing - the head scan and the gut scan(which she had been awaiting anyway). Mother has one complaint after another and I must sometimes decide to "watch and wait" as sometimes what she has got me worrying about and acting upon evaporates into thin air. Sometimes I may have to choose to act more quickly. The decision is hard.
I happened to meet my nasty brother who I haven't set eyes on for more than 2 years when I took my mother's Click and Collect shopping to her home whilst she was in hospital. He was also at her house. I decided to say very little because he winds me up so much that I might say something which also then makes me " guilty"....but I was and still am reeling from that encounter.
He accused me of being in "some sort of denial" about mother and being "very matter of fact about it all" and that if I hadn't phoned Mum about her shopping list she might have been "lying in her own urine all night"(This is true, yes, and confusing to reflect upon and mum clearly had the phone next to her and knows my number. She gave it out earlier to the paramedics when she first fell outside).My husband thinks he might have meant that I should have been staying put with her, maybe even overnight, but I have decided I will not do that. As for the denial, thinking about a psychological reason why he might have said that- as I am not in denial, but he seems to me to be in denial(with a 3 month absence in Florida over Christmas for example) it sounds like he is experiencing the shock that I have been living with about Mum for a first time maybe and that I, as Canary said in her poem, am operating in a sort of ice block, or like a robot, an efficient robot, or the manager of a client- or in other words a human who has found the only way to survive without being sucked in time and time again. I know Canary, your poem, along with the threads on the page you sent, is about a PWD who is your spouse and with whom you maybe live but I so much recognise my own similar need to provide emotional distance.
Actually, on her first evening back after hospital yesterday she once again told me she was having this funny intermittent one sided strange feeling in her head which puts her off balance. The hospital team came out yesterday to assess her in the home and will be putting in more grab rails. She also has accepted the hospital 6 week package for extra, nurse care (probably because it was free) and this will be a bed time call. So a tea time call from the agency and someone else at bed time. Despite that she feels a liability to me. A mixture between - "Look at me, how good I am and what I can do" and "I'm terrible, I feel bad".....and I suppose maybe with the Alzheimer's bit of her dementia the connection and the learning between the 2 gets somewhat forgotten?
And to add to my frustration! To make more efficient use of the way her many tablets were ingested they were split into 2 sections - tea-time to be dosed by the normal care agency, then bedtime by the nurse care team for the hospital. Of course I primed Mum about this many times and thought I could trust that it would all go ahead but when I phoned her this morning she said that someone came when she was in bed and tried to give her her tablets and so she told them that she had already had her tables at teatime. And they didn't give her them!!!!
They had been told where the carers box was with the blister packs in...and even if they had looked they would have seen the bed time slot remaining. Of course when I phoned to enquire the lead person was very defensive- asked has my mother been deemed lacking in capacity in the hospital or something like that. It seems that having the mixed dementia diagnosis was not enough and my mother can be very convincing. (My brother obviously has been "taken in" too!!)
I write because I need to offload and if anyone reads it is an extra bonus and thank you- I know I write a lot!!)
I posted before about my mother having 2 falls and my brother, who went out to the second one and his alarm and anger that "he should have to deal with" the fact that she had wet herself because she was on the floor and that he thought I "ought" to be there instead. And the actual wetting herself was the smallest of the problems and had only happened because in the time he took to get there she couldn't get up(because of her knees) and had no choice. She wasn't feeling very well though but it hadn't that day seemed to make any worsening change to her cognition.
Anyway she went to hospital. As I I expected all of the tests came back with "nothing remarkable" showing - the head scan and the gut scan(which she had been awaiting anyway). Mother has one complaint after another and I must sometimes decide to "watch and wait" as sometimes what she has got me worrying about and acting upon evaporates into thin air. Sometimes I may have to choose to act more quickly. The decision is hard.
I happened to meet my nasty brother who I haven't set eyes on for more than 2 years when I took my mother's Click and Collect shopping to her home whilst she was in hospital. He was also at her house. I decided to say very little because he winds me up so much that I might say something which also then makes me " guilty"....but I was and still am reeling from that encounter.
He accused me of being in "some sort of denial" about mother and being "very matter of fact about it all" and that if I hadn't phoned Mum about her shopping list she might have been "lying in her own urine all night"(This is true, yes, and confusing to reflect upon and mum clearly had the phone next to her and knows my number. She gave it out earlier to the paramedics when she first fell outside).My husband thinks he might have meant that I should have been staying put with her, maybe even overnight, but I have decided I will not do that. As for the denial, thinking about a psychological reason why he might have said that- as I am not in denial, but he seems to me to be in denial(with a 3 month absence in Florida over Christmas for example) it sounds like he is experiencing the shock that I have been living with about Mum for a first time maybe and that I, as Canary said in her poem, am operating in a sort of ice block, or like a robot, an efficient robot, or the manager of a client- or in other words a human who has found the only way to survive without being sucked in time and time again. I know Canary, your poem, along with the threads on the page you sent, is about a PWD who is your spouse and with whom you maybe live but I so much recognise my own similar need to provide emotional distance.
Actually, on her first evening back after hospital yesterday she once again told me she was having this funny intermittent one sided strange feeling in her head which puts her off balance. The hospital team came out yesterday to assess her in the home and will be putting in more grab rails. She also has accepted the hospital 6 week package for extra, nurse care (probably because it was free) and this will be a bed time call. So a tea time call from the agency and someone else at bed time. Despite that she feels a liability to me. A mixture between - "Look at me, how good I am and what I can do" and "I'm terrible, I feel bad".....and I suppose maybe with the Alzheimer's bit of her dementia the connection and the learning between the 2 gets somewhat forgotten?
And to add to my frustration! To make more efficient use of the way her many tablets were ingested they were split into 2 sections - tea-time to be dosed by the normal care agency, then bedtime by the nurse care team for the hospital. Of course I primed Mum about this many times and thought I could trust that it would all go ahead but when I phoned her this morning she said that someone came when she was in bed and tried to give her her tablets and so she told them that she had already had her tables at teatime. And they didn't give her them!!!!
They had been told where the carers box was with the blister packs in...and even if they had looked they would have seen the bed time slot remaining. Of course when I phoned to enquire the lead person was very defensive- asked has my mother been deemed lacking in capacity in the hospital or something like that. It seems that having the mixed dementia diagnosis was not enough and my mother can be very convincing. (My brother obviously has been "taken in" too!!)
I write because I need to offload and if anyone reads it is an extra bonus and thank you- I know I write a lot!!)
Last edited: