Mum on 2nd day of lorzepam, more tired today. Medication taking effect. Had a sleep in the wheelchair this afternoon (a first), 1-2-1 carer (this has been put in place to keep her safe - so aggitated getting out of the home) has been with her since 9.30am taking her out in the wheelchair, Mum waving at the cars and even in her own way asking the postman to take her.
Carer said Mum was calmer not so much asking to go out, probably because she took her out and they had been down to the door looking for me about 3.15pm, but got back to the flat about 2 mins before I arrived. Mum seems to enjoy the company. However Mum is still quietly pleading with me to take her home. I think my visit opened a can of worms. I took her down the corridors again and to the doors, quietly telling her this is her home whilst we wait for Dad to take us to our home where we can be together. I feel as though I`m letting her down so I`m a mess tonight. I have cried tonight like i`ve never cried before, since 9pm - I can`t stop,very distressed. (On my own, hubby away and back tomorrow which is good, becauses I can let the tears come in private). I heard a phrase on the tv tonight which triggered the distress ----"its like a bad dream a living hell` ----and this describes what`s happening, hence my stress tonight. How aware is she? She is obviously in some distress and probably frightened and I can`t make it better for her. She doesn`t deserve this. they can`t make it better.
I don`t fell guilty, I wish it was all over and then she would understand why she is where she is. We don`t know how much aware she is, keeps asking to go home, please please take me home. Her words are quiet and slurred due to the anxiety-relieving drug, but nevertheless she pleads with me. Does she remember or does she forget her pleas, no one knows and it is this "distress she appears to be in" that is destroying me tonight. I feel her disappointment and frustration when I turn away from the main door wheeling her back down yet another corridor. Her head does down and her hands start to shake. I hold them gently and quietly try to keep reassuring her that she is safe and I love her , this is her home until Dad comes for us when we will be together.
Sorry - I just can`t take much more of this, its been a terrible few weeks and although she is calmer and the risk of her getting out is nil, I am resting easier, but it isn`t getting any easier for us both. At least I`m still walking the path with her, holding her hands and I won`t have any regrets.
bye for now
Heather x
Carer said Mum was calmer not so much asking to go out, probably because she took her out and they had been down to the door looking for me about 3.15pm, but got back to the flat about 2 mins before I arrived. Mum seems to enjoy the company. However Mum is still quietly pleading with me to take her home. I think my visit opened a can of worms. I took her down the corridors again and to the doors, quietly telling her this is her home whilst we wait for Dad to take us to our home where we can be together. I feel as though I`m letting her down so I`m a mess tonight. I have cried tonight like i`ve never cried before, since 9pm - I can`t stop,very distressed. (On my own, hubby away and back tomorrow which is good, becauses I can let the tears come in private). I heard a phrase on the tv tonight which triggered the distress ----"its like a bad dream a living hell` ----and this describes what`s happening, hence my stress tonight. How aware is she? She is obviously in some distress and probably frightened and I can`t make it better for her. She doesn`t deserve this. they can`t make it better.
I don`t fell guilty, I wish it was all over and then she would understand why she is where she is. We don`t know how much aware she is, keeps asking to go home, please please take me home. Her words are quiet and slurred due to the anxiety-relieving drug, but nevertheless she pleads with me. Does she remember or does she forget her pleas, no one knows and it is this "distress she appears to be in" that is destroying me tonight. I feel her disappointment and frustration when I turn away from the main door wheeling her back down yet another corridor. Her head does down and her hands start to shake. I hold them gently and quietly try to keep reassuring her that she is safe and I love her , this is her home until Dad comes for us when we will be together.
Sorry - I just can`t take much more of this, its been a terrible few weeks and although she is calmer and the risk of her getting out is nil, I am resting easier, but it isn`t getting any easier for us both. At least I`m still walking the path with her, holding her hands and I won`t have any regrets.
bye for now
Heather x