King Schultz
I'm a cool rockin' daddy in the USA
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Okay, I had a horrible evening.
I am the sole caretaker of my 81 year-old mother who has dementia. She stills knows who she is; who I am; where she is; our two dogs. . . but her short term memory has deteriorated to the point of non-existence.
This evening, I made us dinner and brought her's to her in the living room where she spends most of the day. She likes to share with the dogs, which is fine, but I don't eat out there because, as much as I adore the little fellas, I can't eat with two dogs watching my every motion.
So as usual, I get her dinner and make sure it's okay, then I come in here to my room where my computer is and check on the CB and eat mine.
About 10 minutes go by, and all of sudden I hear her screaming and hollering- I rush out, and for whatever reason she'd gotten up without my help (unusual) went into her room, and tripped and fell.
It took forever to get her up; I know how to it, but she kept fighting me. I finally got her up, and she was sure she'd broke her arm.
She didn't. She has a small bruise but could wiggle her fingers, move it up and down without expressing any pain- I'm sure it hurt, but no way it's broke.
But that started a solid three hours of her wanting me to take her to the ER and me saying no; it would have been a nightmare getting her dressed, getting her in my truck, sitting in the ER for who knows how long because it wasn't an emergency, and having them say it's not broken and sending us home.
To make a long story a little less long, after 4 hours of drama, I finally got her calmed down, in bed and asleep.
I got myself a well deserved drink, then realized I never finished eating.
So I got a dill pickle, another strong rum and coke. and a chunk of "Cabot's White Wisconsin Very Sharp Cheddar Cheese".
Good stuff. I feel much better now.
I am the sole caretaker of my 81 year-old mother who has dementia. She stills knows who she is; who I am; where she is; our two dogs. . . but her short term memory has deteriorated to the point of non-existence.
This evening, I made us dinner and brought her's to her in the living room where she spends most of the day. She likes to share with the dogs, which is fine, but I don't eat out there because, as much as I adore the little fellas, I can't eat with two dogs watching my every motion.
So as usual, I get her dinner and make sure it's okay, then I come in here to my room where my computer is and check on the CB and eat mine.
About 10 minutes go by, and all of sudden I hear her screaming and hollering- I rush out, and for whatever reason she'd gotten up without my help (unusual) went into her room, and tripped and fell.
It took forever to get her up; I know how to it, but she kept fighting me. I finally got her up, and she was sure she'd broke her arm.
She didn't. She has a small bruise but could wiggle her fingers, move it up and down without expressing any pain- I'm sure it hurt, but no way it's broke.
But that started a solid three hours of her wanting me to take her to the ER and me saying no; it would have been a nightmare getting her dressed, getting her in my truck, sitting in the ER for who knows how long because it wasn't an emergency, and having them say it's not broken and sending us home.
To make a long story a little less long, after 4 hours of drama, I finally got her calmed down, in bed and asleep.
I got myself a well deserved drink, then realized I never finished eating.
So I got a dill pickle, another strong rum and coke. and a chunk of "Cabot's White Wisconsin Very Sharp Cheddar Cheese".
Good stuff. I feel much better now.
