Day off

I am daringly taking the day off, because my sister is going to shop for my parents this morning and then go see them.  I’m supposed to go to an art fair this afternoon with a friend who was essentially widowed 6 weeks ago, and the art fair is out of town.  Therefore it will be too late to visit my parents, because they eat at 5:00, and by 6:00 my mother is in bed and my father has taken his teeth out.  I rest my case, ladies and gentleman of the jury.  And anyway, I’ll take Mom to church tomorrow, OK?  Is that enough?  The trouble is, it never feels like it is.

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2 Responses to Day off

  1. Kristi says:

    I am Kathy’s sister and partner in caring for our parents. I also live in Midland and we tend to tag team as possible. I work part-time and don’t have as flexible a schedule as Kathy has. I am there on weekday mornings when possible and weekends. This is the day Kathy was taking the day off, but things can change in the blink of an eye. I got to Mom’s room and her door was locked. She occasionally does this. It’s much easier to just walk in because the dog doesn’t bark. I knocked and called but she did not open the door. I was concerned because she never goes anywhere on the grounds without the dog. I checked to see if she had been taken out by anyone, but she had not. I went back and knocked again, dog barking but finally Mom opened the door. She was hiding behind the door. When she saw me she said oh good, I was SO scared. We hugged for about 5 minutes for her comfort and mine. She started asking if she had screamed. I didn’t hear it if she did. I think she had a bad dream. After about 10 minutes she was still frightened. I asked the staff if she could have a dose of her anti-anxiety medication. It was not due for an hour and a half. I sat with her for half an hour and then took her to the dining room. She was sitting at a table with others when I left. Sooo…I called Kathy, whose plans changed in the blink of an eye. She will go check on Mom this afternoon and we’ll plan what’s next. I hope to have the lock on the door disabled so this situation doesn’t happen again, but it can’t stop bad dreams or anxiety attacks. Every situation turns into do we, don’t we, call the doctor, change medications, modify her schedule or surrounds looking for the next move that will tide us over until the next change. We are lucky to be able to do this together for a sounding board and “two heads are better than one.” It is just day to day. Meanwhile life goes on. I am going for a stress relieving bike ride now, because we need to do things to store up for the next event. I hope Kathy has enough time to go to the art fair anyway. It’s just hard sometimes.

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