Guest guest Posted January 10, 2009 Report Share Posted January 10, 2009 Hi Raquel, I have been looking for my sense of humor all week. I have dug all through the closet. Not there. Oh there is the linen closet, shoot, not there either. Under the bed, not there. I think it just up and left home. I'll fine it one of these days and tell it to get it's tail right back home where it belongs. In the meantime, please bear with me, because your web footed friends needs it. Love you dear, Imogene In a message dated 1/10/2009 5:10:12 PM Central Standard Time, la.melense@... writes: So sorry, Imogene! Try to keep your sense of humor. I know you have a great one- the problem, maybe sometimes it hides and you cannot find it. My prayers are with you and Don. My love and hugs, Raquel **************New year...new news. Be the first to know what is making headlines. (http://www.aol.com/?ncid=emlcntaolcom00000026) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 10, 2009 Report Share Posted January 10, 2009 So sorry, Imogene! Try to keep your sense of humor. I know you have a great one- the problem, maybe sometimes it hides and you cannot find it. My prayers are with you and Don. My love and hugs, Raquel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 10, 2009 Report Share Posted January 10, 2009 In reply to your story, I and my mom fully understand. My grandma is 87 years old, and has had dememtia for at least the last 20 years. My grandpa died 11 years ago, and my mom and dad built a little apartment for her on to their house. The first few years we just had to watch her, that she didn't put a towel too close to the stove, or turn the water off.... etc... Within the last three years, it has gotten much worse. And, the last six months has been devestating watching her decline. She has fallen twice in the last 5 days. We can be inches away, and she weeble wobbles around. It is mentally exhausting. My mom is 67, I am 38. And, we are just both numb with exhaustion. Mostly, we worry. The last fall she took, she must have gotten confused with finding the bathroom, because she had her underwear around her ankles in the living room. It was tracked from her room, all through the house. More and more days are becoming that way. Her nails are razor sharp, and no matter how much I trim them, and file them, and clean them they are always in terrible condition. I babysit my baby niece in the evening through the week, and I am concerned that she will get sick from her touching her with her dirty hands. My mom and I have become clean freaks. It's just so frustrating knowing what to do. Sorry, to take up so much of your time. Just wanted you to know, that I too am a sister that is knee deep in poop. Take care, Sherilyyn > > I received a cartoon today displaying an old type store with paddles propped > up in the front, the Store's name was, " Shit Creek " . > > That could not have come at a more appropriate time. > > > I had to go back 70 miles to San yesterday to see my pulmonologist, > and was exhausted today. Well, this is the day Don had problems with his > bowels. First he was constipated, and was trying to get rid of it manually. Well, > being mentally ill, you can imagine what a mess he made of the bathroom. > (Just about when I got there) He would forget to put it in the toilet, and his > stool was on the floor, the sink, the light switch, the hand rail, the toilet > seat, and on his bed. When I told her, Sharon used a suppository and that > gave him diarrhea. I cleaned him and the bathroom up no less than five times. > > Then, I found out that he didn't have any pants that fit him, he messed what > did. So I ran to the Hospice shop and bought him three pair. They don't fit > either. Tomorrow I am going to take his large pants that I haven't made over. > If they are too large, he can wad them up in his belt. I have bought him > pants three different times. So, today I didn't buy new. I bought used. His > pants seem to find homes somewhere else. His old pants from home won't travel. > They are far too long for the average man. > > Anyway, after today, for the second time in the nursing home, I can truely > say, Shit happens! > > Love you all, > Imogene > P.S. You all know that I don't normally talk like this, which is a little > rough, but the way this happened was too true to pass up. > > > > > > > > > > **************New year...new news. Be the first to know what is making > headlines. (http://www.aol.com/?ncid=emlcntaolcom00000026) > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 11, 2009 Report Share Posted January 11, 2009 Hi Shirley, I had the same problem with Don at home, but only once. He urinated many times during the night. Thank goodness for tile floors. Years earlier I had the exact same problem with Don's mother. Tracked through three rooms. Oh mercy me! Don had three days of trouble this round in the NH before he finally was better. He couldn't even sit down he was so full and uncomfortable. This won't happen again. If it even hints at happening, I will be all over someone like a mother lion watching over her cubs. I talked gently but, told them to keep his bowel moving properly. The girl thanked me for being so nice about it. She knew I could have blown a cork then. Oh yes, about sleep. I let my Don take his naps when he needed them for as long as he needed them. He was a far nicer person, because of being rested, and I had some free time to rest or do something important, like read the mail on this site. I learned tons by being here. It helped me remain relaxed. Resting as he needed helped him and me. It didn't hurt a thing. After all, they are exhausted because their brains don't work right, and we can't imagine what they go through to cope in the world around them. It is very taxing. Don hung onto me as if I was his very life. And, still does even though he is in the NH. Our Loved ones have learned that they can trust us, and have come to depend on us to help them cope. Love a lot, Imogene In a message dated 1/11/2009 3:04:01 AM Central Standard Time, princessdoree2@... writes: In reply to your story, I and my mom fully understand. My grandma is 87 years old, and has had dememtia for at least the last 20 years. My grandpa died 11 years ago, and my mom and dad built a little apartment for her on to their house. The first few years we just had to watch her, that she didn't put a towel too close to the stove, or turn the water off.... etc... Within the last three years, it has gotten much worse. And, the last six months has been devestating watching her decline. She has fallen twice in the last 5 days. We can be inches away, and she weeble wobbles around. It is mentally exhausting. My mom is 67, I am 38. And, we are just both numb with exhaustion. Mostly, we worry. The last fall she took, she must have gotten confused with finding the bathroom, because she had her underwear around her ankles in the living room. It was tracked from her room, all through the house. More and more days are becoming that way. Her nails are razor sharp, and no matter how much I trim them, and file them, and clean them they are always in terrible condition. I babysit my baby niece in the evening through the week, and I am concerned that she will get sick from her touching her with her dirty hands. My mom and I have become clean freaks. It's just so frustrating knowing what to do. Sorry, to take up so much of your time. Just wanted you to know, that I too am a sister that is knee deep in poop. Take care, Sherilyyn > > I received a cartoon today displaying an old type store with paddles propped > up in the front, the Store's name was, " Shit Creek " . > > That could not have come at a more appropriate time. > > > I had to go back 70 miles to San yesterday to see my pulmonologist, > and was exhausted today. Well, this is the day Don had problems with his > bowels. First he was constipated, and was trying to get rid of it manually. Well, > being mentally ill, you can imagine what a mess he made of the bathroom. > (Just about when I got there) He would forget to put it in the toilet, and his > stool was on the floor, the sink, the light switch, the hand rail, the toilet > seat, and on his bed. When I told her, Sharon used a suppository and that > gave him diarrhea. I cleaned him and the bathroom up no less than five times. > > Then, I found out that he didn't have any pants that fit him, he messed what > did. So I ran to the Hospice shop and bought him three pair. They don't fit > either. Tomorrow I am going to take his large pants that I haven't made over. > If they are too large, he can wad them up in his belt. I have bought him > pants three different times. So, today I didn't buy new. I bought used. His > pants seem to find homes somewhere else. His old pants from home won't travel. > They are far too long for the average man. > > Anyway, after today, for the second time in the nursing home, I can truely > say, Shit happens! > > Love you all, > Imogene > P.S. You all know that I don't normally talk like this, which is a little > rough, but the way this happened was too true to pass up. > > > > > > > > > > **************New year...new news. Be the first to know what is making > headlines. (http://www.aol.com/?ncid=emlcntaolcom00000026) > > > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] > ------------------------------------ Welcome to LBDcaregivers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 11, 2009 Report Share Posted January 11, 2009 Sherilyn, If there is a big change in behavior, always check for a UTI. I always forgot this and I had a good GP who always reminded me and had Mom brought in for testing. Hugs, Donna R Caregiver for Mom for 3 years and 4th year in a nh. (In MI) She was almost 89 when she died in '02. No dx other than mine. Re: Up a creek---- In reply to your story, I and my mom fully understand. My grandma is 87 years old, and has had dememtia for at least the last 20 years. My grandpa died 11 years ago, and my mom and dad built a little apartment for her on to their house. The first few years we just had to watch her, that she didn't put a towel too close to the stove, or turn the water off.... etc... Within the last three years, it has gotten much worse. And, the last six months has been devestating watching her decline. She has fallen twice in the last 5 days. We can be inches away, and she weeble wobbles around. It is mentally exhausting. My mom is 67, I am 38. And, we are just both numb with exhaustion. Mostly, we worry. The last fall she took, she must have gotten confused with finding the bathroom, because she had her underwear around her ankles in the living room. It was tracked from her room, all through the house. More and more days are becoming that way. Her nails are razor sharp, and no matter how much I trim them, and file them, and clean them they are always in terrible condition. I babysit my baby niece in the evening through the week, and I am concerned that she will get sick from her touching her with her dirty hands. My mom and I have become clean freaks. It's just so frustrating knowing what to do. Sorry, to take up so much of your time. Just wanted you to know, that I too am a sister that is knee deep in poop. Take care, Sherilyyn > > I received a cartoon today displaying an old type store with paddles propped > up in the front, the Store's name was, " Shit Creek " . > > That could not have come at a more appropriate time. > > > I had to go back 70 miles to San yesterday to see my pulmonologist, > and was exhausted today. Well, this is the day Don had problems with his > bowels. First he was constipated, and was trying to get rid of it manually. Well, > being mentally ill, you can imagine what a mess he made of the bathroom. > (Just about when I got there) He would forget to put it in the toilet, and his > stool was on the floor, the sink, the light switch, the hand rail, the toilet > seat, and on his bed. When I told her, Sharon used a suppository and that > gave him diarrhea. I cleaned him and the bathroom up no less than five times. > > Then, I found out that he didn't have any pants that fit him, he messed what > did. So I ran to the Hospice shop and bought him three pair. They don't fit > either. Tomorrow I am going to take his large pants that I haven't made over. > If they are too large, he can wad them up in his belt. I have bought him > pants three different times. So, today I didn't buy new. I bought used. His > pants seem to find homes somewhere else. His old pants from home won't travel. > They are far too long for the average man. > > Anyway, after today, for the second time in the nursing home, I can truely > say, Shit happens! > > Love you all, > Imogene > P.S. You all know that I don't normally talk like this, which is a little > rough, but the way this happened was too true to pass up. > > > > > > > > > > **************New year...new news. Be the first to know what is making > headlines. (http://www.aol.com/?ncid=emlcntaolcom00000026) > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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