Confessions of an Imperfect Caregiver: Part III


Continued from Confessions of an Imperfect Caregiver: Part II

“I know what she’s doing,” my father-in-law, Rodger, ranted. “She’s killing me slowly. She poisons my food. You do it too. You’re all in on it, but you can’t help it. You have to do what the boss tells you.”

“Who is the boss?” I asked from the doorway. I knew what he was thinking from past delusional rants like this one, but this nurse needed to know it, too.

“You know!” he accused. “You can’t fool me. It’s the government. They’re in charge. They know everything about you, even before you’re born. Now they want me to die and you have to help them.”

The nurse signaled for me to go wait in the hallway while she finished tucking him into bed. She joined me in the corridor a few moments later.

“I’m sorry,” she offered. “I didn’t know he was a mental patient. Why is he on this floor?”

“He’s here recovering from pneumonia that he got while he was being treated for his latest breakdown. It’s bad enough they sent him home sick, but now he’s going to end up worse than when we started if he doesn’t get his antipsychotic medication,” I stressed. “It’s supposed to be crushed and added to applesauce so he doesn’t spit it out. And he has been spitting it out. I can tell by his behavior. This information is in his chart. Why isn’t anyone reading it?”

“I just came on duty,” the nurse said quietly. “I haven’t had time to go over his chart in detail, but I will. And I’ll report this to the supervisor as well. I’m sorry this happened.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think that’s sufficient. I’m going to call the patient advocate in the morning and ask for a meeting with all his doctors and a representative from the nursing staff. This lack of communication didn’t start here. I don’t blame you personally, but it’s got to stop before he ends up dead or a permanent resident in a mental hospital.”

“I’ll tell the advocate to expect your call, and I’ll make a note in his chart to make sure your father gets his Zyprexa in applesauce from now on,” the nurse promised. “You should go home and get some rest. There’s nothing more you can do tonight, and I’m going to ask the doctor to approve a sedative for him. You’ll both feel better after a good night’s sleep.”

I didn’t explain again that Rodger was not my father. It didn’t really matter anyway. He was the closest thing I’d had to one in a very long time. As I walked to the elevator, I was already mentally preparing for the morning meeting, determined to do all I could to help him.

“Have a good evening,” the security guard called as I passed his desk on the way out.

“You, too,” I answered automatically, my mind still focused on this latest setback. I wondered how many pills he had spit out this time and how long it would take for the drug to build back up in his system and take effect again.

The cool evening air felt good on my face as I walked to my car in the vast hospital parking lot. It helped ease the tension that had turned the muscles across my shoulders into taut steel cables.

I needed to get home, eat a decent meal and take a long, hot shower before the twinge behind my right eye became a headache that would keep me awake all night. But, once I got in the car, instead of starting it and driving the thirty-eight miles to get there, I sat in the darkening parking lot trying to figure out who the man really was that I had agreed to care for and welcomed into my home with love and affection.

Continue Reading: Confessions of an Imperfect Caregiver: Part IV

Bobbi was the in-home caregiver for her mentally and physically ill father-in-law, Rodger, for seven years. Issues they dealt with included Parkinson’s disease, schizophrenia, heart disease, dementia and severe dysphagia. She wrote the book "Confessions of an Imperfect Caregiver" and also blogs about the realities of caring for a loved one.

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i agree with your approach with the staff . a little diplomacy will get you much farther than bullying already overworked and stressed staff . my cuz tries to tell NH staff how to care for edna . edna confides her health and comfort issues to me and i relay them kindly when i see the shift nurse with a moment of breathing time . i still consider myself part of a care team . pia is still being a brutish pia ..
Boomer7 – I think you will find a greater audience to answer your question if you ask it separately. If you look on the right side, in the box titled: GET ANSWERS.

With regards to your situation, MOST people who do NOT caregive like we do- at the home 24/7 – do NOT understand what we’re going through. Unfortunately, you’re using your brother’s home. Therefore, He makes the rules. He will never really SEE the true situation because he’s not there seeing it. I don’t have a practical answer for you. The only thing I can think of is to apply for the government housing and food stamp system. Once you are qualified, find a single floor home with a big livingroom. Your mom would most likely end up in the livingroom. If your brother tries to force you to pay him back, let him sue you. Please keep all documents of your paying for the rent, groceries, mom’s expenses, etc… If possible, perhaps once a month, have someone take a digital photo of you and mom that shows the date. This will be proof that you have been caregiving your mom 24/7. Worst case scenario, he will take you to small claims court.
The biggest myth our elders have is that children are "free" care. In reality, we aren't free, we are just footing the bill on our own backs. No one would expect anyone to go live with anyone ELSE'S mother and care for them for free.
I think maybe your Mom needs to go live with your brother for a week or two, after which you discuss hiring a full-time caregiver for HIS mother. Once he starts howling about the expense, you can start playing "let's make a deal" -- you get free rent, he doesn't have to pay for HIS mother's care. You may also have to stand up to dear old Mum. She's freeloading, however unintentional ---why isn't the rent for the house being paid out of HER income?
I also live in CA, so please do look around to see what rents are in your area -- in San Diego they have gone up about 25% in the past year or so, & 2 bedroom apartments in a sketchy part of town runs $1,500/mos, so it is possible that from your brother's point of view he is giving you guys a great rent deal, thus is contributing as much as you (he's not, but if he's only charging $1,000/mos, & he figures he could get $2,000 he may be figuring he's done his part.
At a certain point you can no longer afford to be the "free" help. Depending on her health your Mom could easily be around another 5-10 years.