Hello - it's me again. Nearly 50, disabled, about to be made redundant and 45 animals to look after. I do lurk in your forum quite a lot, but I'm unable to reply at work and I'm afraid I'm mostly too busy at home.
I thought I had everything worked out in respect of my Mum (84, with a dodgy heart, end stage renal failure, leaking legs and umpteen other problems). It seemed pointless fighting with her over things that don't really matter. She's lived in her nightdress for years, probably hasn't washed her hair for as long (I've offered to get a hairdresser in) and won't eat properly. I'd decided I would work out what was really important as far as health and safety goes and make sure those were covered, but I seem to have lost every battle so far. My Mum refuses to go to bed and has lived in the same chair, 24 hours a day for the past 2 months. She can't get up without help and relies on the 3 carers a day, although I see from their notes that she mostly refuses their offer to take her to the toilet. She won't keep the bandages the nurses put on her legs, in spite of being told her legs will get worse. She mostly refuses all help offered by the carers. She had another fall last week and brought the chair down on top of her - I'm worried she forgot to use her Care Link alarm because she phoned me at home instead. The final straw was when I realised she'd been "blacklisted" by her local hospital for not attending appointments over the past year. I didn't know she had Alzheimer's then and she must have been throwing the cards in the bin. I begged for a second chance and she had an appointment this morning. I phoned her on the way in to work to remind her, to be told she'd already sent the ambulance away. I know I ought to go with her, but she has so many visitors/appointments and I only have a few days leave left. With the redundancy, I could be gone in 4 weeks or 5 months (they've not told me yet), so I have to hold on to what's left in case of more pressing emergencies.
I read the other thread recently and agree with the poster. I too love my Mum, but in spite of phoning her several times a day for decades, I'm afraid we are not close. The relationship we do have is breaking down fast and for the sake of my sanity, I haven't phoned her back so far today. Her care manager has only just been appointed, but he seems to be very good, although I think she is testing him to breaking point.
Should I keep pressing her to do the right things? If I don't then I feel I will be an accomplice when she finally does end up in hospital with pressure sores/ulcers/urinary tract infection. I do appreciate that someone in her situation may have illogical fears. I haven't tried to force her to go to bed, but rather to ask what it is that's worrying her. All I get is one excuse after another and when I tell her we can sort out those problems, I just get a flat refusal/tears/abuse.
We took 2 of our cats to the vet for a dental this morning and it made me realise how similar and different the situations were. There I was as carer for my pets, doing the right thing and yet I am unable to do the same for my Mother. I suppose we could buy a human sized cat basket, or failing that I'm going to put her on eBay...
I thought I had everything worked out in respect of my Mum (84, with a dodgy heart, end stage renal failure, leaking legs and umpteen other problems). It seemed pointless fighting with her over things that don't really matter. She's lived in her nightdress for years, probably hasn't washed her hair for as long (I've offered to get a hairdresser in) and won't eat properly. I'd decided I would work out what was really important as far as health and safety goes and make sure those were covered, but I seem to have lost every battle so far. My Mum refuses to go to bed and has lived in the same chair, 24 hours a day for the past 2 months. She can't get up without help and relies on the 3 carers a day, although I see from their notes that she mostly refuses their offer to take her to the toilet. She won't keep the bandages the nurses put on her legs, in spite of being told her legs will get worse. She mostly refuses all help offered by the carers. She had another fall last week and brought the chair down on top of her - I'm worried she forgot to use her Care Link alarm because she phoned me at home instead. The final straw was when I realised she'd been "blacklisted" by her local hospital for not attending appointments over the past year. I didn't know she had Alzheimer's then and she must have been throwing the cards in the bin. I begged for a second chance and she had an appointment this morning. I phoned her on the way in to work to remind her, to be told she'd already sent the ambulance away. I know I ought to go with her, but she has so many visitors/appointments and I only have a few days leave left. With the redundancy, I could be gone in 4 weeks or 5 months (they've not told me yet), so I have to hold on to what's left in case of more pressing emergencies.
I read the other thread recently and agree with the poster. I too love my Mum, but in spite of phoning her several times a day for decades, I'm afraid we are not close. The relationship we do have is breaking down fast and for the sake of my sanity, I haven't phoned her back so far today. Her care manager has only just been appointed, but he seems to be very good, although I think she is testing him to breaking point.
Should I keep pressing her to do the right things? If I don't then I feel I will be an accomplice when she finally does end up in hospital with pressure sores/ulcers/urinary tract infection. I do appreciate that someone in her situation may have illogical fears. I haven't tried to force her to go to bed, but rather to ask what it is that's worrying her. All I get is one excuse after another and when I tell her we can sort out those problems, I just get a flat refusal/tears/abuse.
We took 2 of our cats to the vet for a dental this morning and it made me realise how similar and different the situations were. There I was as carer for my pets, doing the right thing and yet I am unable to do the same for my Mother. I suppose we could buy a human sized cat basket, or failing that I'm going to put her on eBay...