Morning everyone,
Not sure about spring being round the corner this morning, folks - opened the patio door to let the pups out, first thing, and was met by a positively arctic blast - brrrrrrrrr! Having said that, late last summer, we dug up our smallish front lawn, put concrete and slabs down on the top half (so we could park Old Red off road) and filled the bottom half with about 400 assorted bulbs - and we have both daff's and crocus starting to flower now.
The 'jobs' were just things I wanted to get 'out of the way' 2jays - and not all I had to do came under the heading of 'jobs' really, anyway
Included in the list was a promise to myself to have a soak and use the spa jets in our bath tub, as my backs been aching a lot over the last week - and to start sorting out some space on my total of 4 terabytes of hard drive, which is getting a bit on the full side - I'm dreadful for not weeding out and deleting images that I'm not happy with, and with over 1000 folder's of images, with up to 1000 plus photographs (saved in RAW and Jpeg) in each folder, I could create a lot of space if I could just find the time (and inclination) to actually get rid of what I don't want and will never use! I had my soak and I made a start on the weeding out - but, I kept finding folders of images I'd forgotten about and getting distracted with looking and editing, rather than deleting
Oh Grace - how frustrating! Hope you get the time soon to come and update us all, and let us know how you are, hun xxx
I'm glad (pleased?) your friend is going with you to the hospital, Slugsta - I do feel for your other friend and the funeral, but as you say, its one of those 'no win' situations. I'm sure your other friend will understand and knows that you both will be thinking of her xxxx I was also advised against the 3 wheeled rollator for Mil - though I'm not sure that anyone could claim that she is using the 2 wheeled frame we got her that well, anyway - DC are constantly telling me that she is more likely to be found carrying the darn thing than using it as intended - and I must admit, I've seen her doing that myself. If she wants to get somewhere quickly, she lifts it about 3 inches off the ground in front of her instead of her using it for support, and carries it to where she is going. Its main use - in her eyes - is that it makes a handy battering ram, when she is sundowning and using it to bash at the front door
I know what you mean about wondering/doubting the diagnosis in the early stages - I know that for about 18 months, we almost forgot about it with Mil, the initial changes were so gradual - though looking back, personality changes were far more obvious, just that we didn't necessarily put them down to the dementia at the time. Not knowing then what I know now, I don't think it occured to me to wish for her to have a peaceful and merciful death before things got too bad - But God knows, I wish it for her now
Good luck with the paperwork, JM - I absolutely loathe any sort of paperwork, even my own - filling out my tax return became a massive issue for me, the first couple of years I had to do it, causing me sleepless nights and worry, and I did it last minute. Last year, I made myself do it as soon as it was time, and it was fantastic to have it over and done. It has to be 1000% worse with all the work that you have to sort with the POA, so I hope it goes smoothly from now on and you can get it all out of the way, asap xxxx
{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}} Spamar - sorry to hear you have been feeling so low, Hun - and glad that the time with your friend helped to lift you up xxxxx
Despite Mil sleeping well, usual struggle to get her up yesterday morning - and the coat loop nearly sent
me demented! Before I had even done her hair, or she had put her shoes on, she started with
'I'll just put my coat on' and continued with it every few seconds up to the mini bus arriving. Cups of tea, the TV, suggesting she take her clean PJ's upstairs and put them away, asking her to 'Just tidy up those cushions for me, love' - nothing distracted her. It was '
I'll just put my coat on', me suggesting (then eventually, telling her firmly) to wait till the bus got here, that she would be too warm, etc etc, and me not even finishing speaking before she would get up and '
I'll just put my coat on' and heading to get it again.
Picked her up at 5, and for once, she didn't have any ladies lined up fro me to give a lift to. (OH reminded me the other day that she used to do this all the time, years before the dementia. Fil would go to pick her up from somewhere, and she would have offered 2 or 3 friends/workmates a lift. It used to drive Fil mad, because Mil would never consider that he often would have to go miles out of his way to take some of these people home! I actually remember one or two quite big rows over it happening, when thanks to Mil offering lifts to all and sundry, Fil ended up late for things that he had organised to do). As soon as she got in the car, we had queries about her parents, her brother, going 'home' and the 'babby' - I stuck to the excuse of heavy traffic and needing to drive to avoid any discussion starting. Back home, and within minutes, she wanted me to let her in the kitchen so she could 'turn off the water under the pan' - was glad that OH arriving home distracted her from that. About an hour after tea, OH put a film on and Mil seemed to get 'into' it - only it was one heck of a long film and by 8.30 she was yawning her head off. At 9, OH asked her would she like her porridge, meds and bed, telling her she could watch the rest of the film tomorrow. She seemed very keen to agree, so fed, meds and bed - only for her to come downstairs within 10 minutes and say she wanted to see the end of the film. OH reminded her she had had her sleeping tablets and would get 'woozy' so had to go to bed now. She retreated to the hall then we got a mini tantrum - feet stamping and 'Its not fair!'.
I went out to her to find that she had undone her PJ top and was stood there with her boobs on full view , in front of our glass panalled front door
I said 'For goodness sake, Mrs - cover them up! I don't want to see them!'. I got a filthy look and she responded quick as a flash
'Neither do I - but if I have to put up with it, so do you!'. But, she then stomped up the stairs and all quiet since.
Her cold seems a lot better, so I left phoning the GP - though I am still keeping a very close eye on her.
No plans for today, other than getting the 'basics' done - since the awful Sunday night and little/no sleep, OH has done 2 x 12 hour and one 9 hour shift and he is shattered, so I think a very quiet day ahead, if possible.
Hope you all have a good day xxx