Mornng all,
Bless you 2Jays
xxx (and I hope the bone in your finger is better soon
)
Lyn, yep - you've put that so exactly right. I do think its the illness that prevents anything being simple or calm, and I really don't believe that there is any sort of an environment that can create a calmer, less stress-filled life for her. Its the 'mind racing' comment that you made that hits the nail on the head. Mil's busy brain rarely stops, I don't think - its constantly churning out strange and scary things for her to worry or get cross about, jumping from one bit of fantasy to the next - no one
could have a simple or a calm life with that going on in their heads, no matter what environment they are in
Glad you feel your Mil would have approved, Slugsta xxx
Congrats to your daughter, JM
Will try and keep an eye for the TV programme on S4C - depends on Mil, she tends to commandeer the telly during the day
Thanks for the wishes for a nice day GL - sadly, though, it was a very long day!
Mil came down at 9.30, in dressing gown, holding her PJ jacket - soaked
PJ bottoms and dry pull up in bedroom drawer, so obviously removed not long after I tucked her in the night before
*sigh*. Initially, she was a bit upset and acknowledged she had had an accident - but suddenly switched as I was stripping the bed to 'actually', she thought that
someone must have come in her room and poured water over her while she slept - probably me, she decided ! Got her washed and dressed, by the time she came down for breakfast, she was (she announced) 'going out'. Over the next hour, she was adamant that she was going to town, going shopping, visiting her family and - when I told her it was Sunday and no buses - going to mass (because, she said, I had very definitely promised to take her). The 'I'm going out, by myself, now', mixed in with the kitchen loop, continued for the next 3 hours and eventually, I very firmly said stop, pointed out about her aching 'leg' and bad back, about her breathing being bad when its so windy out, and that she knows she is 'forgetful' and can get mixed up and that she can't just go off out for her own safety when she 'doesn't know this area very well'. And again, I got a comment that referred to her being 'mental' - "
if your going to treat me like I'm mental, I may as well behave like I'm mental - and that I means I can do what I like to get on your nerves". No one has called her 'mental', but she seems fastened on that idea at the moment and I find it quite upsetting
After lunch, she started on about how this house was 'hers' and the pup was also 'hers' and she would go where she liked and do what she wanted, thank you very much. Erm - nope - I won't (for the pups sake) allow her to feed him from her plate or lift him onto furniture that he isn't allowed on. Nor will I allow her to 'grab' at him to try and haul him to where she wants him to be. Youngest and I both tried to include her in 'sorting' downstairs ready for when the tree would go up - we moved around cabinets (brought from Mils house and just dumped where we could fit them in till now!) and bookcases, decorated the small tree that goes in the dining room, wrapped pressies and so on. We had Christmas music playing and tried to get her to sing along, but she steadfastly refused to engage in anything other than demanding the impossible. No, she wouldn't sign cards - she would sort her own cards when she went home!. She wouldn't help with putting up sundry decorations around the rooms - she has her own to do - at home!
Without her really 'kicking off', she was just very unpleasant and constantly going on and on all day. We had a brief spell where she was demanding to phone OH, thinking he was her husband. We had, intermittantly over a couple of hours, her insisting that 'someone' had 'emptied' her purse and taken the £10 that OH (she said) had taken her to the bank to get the day before (neither of them left the house the day before). The business of her owning this house and her trying to head into the kitchen or out down the garden kept recurring, as did her ordering me to 'open the door', 'drive me to our J***'s (her late brother)', give her the pups lead so she could walk 'her' dog, fetch her '
biscuits, right now - I can have what I want in my OWN house' - all on pain of if I didn't comply, I woud find myself without a 'roof over my head'.
It wasn't till after 7pm that she seemed to calm right down - to be honest, I think she wore herself out, she was suddenly so tired. 8.30, after she had asked repeatedly, I got her meds and got her to bed. OH came in at 9 and within 30 minutes, she was up and down the stairs. She was going to make herself a cup of tea. Firstly, the tea was clearly just an excuse - she had had a cuppa about 20 mins before she went to bed, as well as a tumbler of water with her meds, so it really wasn't that she was thirsty. I didn't want her to have a drink because of the recent wet beds and also because Its a bit like her demanding breakfast at 5a.m. - once you start a 'routine' like that, it becomes a 'loop', a habit, all too quickly. OH got her back upstairs and told me afterwards that he had caved and given her a drink of water. He said that you just can't refuse someone a drink - and I do get that, but after the mood she had been in all day, I felt he was making the proverbial 'rod'.
And I was right. She then could be heard trundling round upstairs, rattling at the locked bedroom doors repeatedly. OH went up each time - I was damn sure I wasn't going to! - and she was 'looking for what room the lads were in' and various other delusional based excuses. We went to bed at just before 11, and OH had to get up to her another 3 times before she finally settled, some time after 12a.m. This morning, I told her to go back to bed at 20 to 6, and she is moving round her room again now. I suspect I'm in for some right fun and games when it comes to getting her up later!
This morning, the manager and assistant manager from the home where she is going for respite are coming to assess her. For once, I am hoping she pulls out all the stops and does the wonderful 'hostess' act that GL refers too - if she is still in the same mood as yesterday, I can see these folks running for the flipping hills! I'll have to run her into DC afterwards (OH on the last of the current run of 12 hour shifts) then I'm hoping to meet up with a friend of mine at my house for a natter and a cuppa.
Hope you guys all have a good day xxxx