Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
Is there a shopping and/or hoarding gene identified yet, does anyone know? I know about the 'all women become like their mothers' chestnut, yes yes very funny but only half true. What I don't understand is how, given my long-running campaign against it, I'm still so drawn to mail order and have to use so many mental weapons to make my arm put all this crap in the recycling bin; and I wonder if I'm battling not only unsatisfactory self-discipline but in fact the whole of heredity, and therefore not giving myself enough support.
E.g.
Self: "Ooo. Those boots are really quite nice..."
Better Self: "Yes, they are. You know why you think so? Because they are remarkably similar to the boots that you already have, and which, by the way, you have yet to polish like you promised yourself you would when you bought them. At some expense. Not so many months ago."
Pause.
Better Self: "You do not need two pairs of very similar boots. Put the catalogue in the bin. Put it in the bin. No, not later. No, you don't want to see what else they're selling. Do it now. Now! Do it!"
Bloody hell. All I wanted was a quiet ten minutes with the Saturday newspaper and a coffee.
One hoca resident's son complained his father was left facing the wall
D*mn nursing homes!!!
Uhm, no, I just thought it was weird that she would be alone in her room facing a window with her back to the door, blindly looking out on nothing. I really, seriously did wonder if they knew/remembered she was blind.
LMAO!!!
My frowning face muscles from the last couple of days sure felt good getting them stretched out!! 😂
My grandmother lasted less than three months (by her own force of will, admittedly). My great aunt fifteen months or so. But my ex's grandfather lived happily in his little self-contained apartment inside a nursing home for donkey's years, and my aunt in a similar set-up for at least fifteen.
I suppose it must depend on what takes them in in the first place, whether it's their own sensible plan or a crisis. And a rapid turnover of elders who've been hanging on by their finger nails at home and carried in on a stretcher would make the mean survival time plummet.
assistedlivingtoday
I've seen a lot of folks pass and decline quickly in the past 20 months at mom's memory care but some have been there a long time too
The average lifespan of someone entering a memory care facility is 17 months and 50% of those entering memory care facilities die within a year
The tragedy alone can make a person ill. Watching the news for over 20 minutes can make one very very ill.
Guard your heart and mind.
I eat at weird times too
I had my Starbucks latte at 2 pm and just had a sandwich at 9:30 pm while sitting next to mom's bed listening to her snore
Cwillie, make a dinner date with the new family at their house, visiting your new baby niece. Being with people is very important. Don't give up and isolate.
Have a good night!
Distract yourself a bit with a good book, music, or t.v. before sleep.
Time for a bedtime snack (yawn). Gnight all
How is dinner? Anyone eating alone and liking it? I like to eat with my dH, but he is not here.
Thought the Fake News could use a little help, just to make it more fantabulous!
What size spoon do you need, Cwillie?
Received this gift in the mail today.
Magnesium Oil (magnesium Chloride Brine) from the ancient Zechstein Seabed in the Netherlands.
Not actually an oil; it is a solution of magnesium chloride in pure water mined from deep within the earth at the site of the ancient Zechstein Seabed. Protected underground for millions of years, this magnesium is among the purest in the world, absorbs quickly, leaving no residue or unwanted scent.
Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful. And happy to try any natural pain relief.
But, does it sound weird to you?
Can Mom hear well enough that she could appreciate a group of musicians coming in for a sing-a-long? A church group maybe? Or her favorite music played on a borrowed boom box? She could put her hand on the speaker, feel the vibrations, get the beat.
What I have learned a little about, is that we cannot fathom another person's quality of life.
You be the party. Invite the staff, bring donuts, all sorts of goodies, jello for Mom.
Impromptu. Families are over-rated.
I get that your hearts desire is to have a family reunion. And I too have thought about it already for us. Like I said, families can be over-rated.
One balloon, cookies, ice cream in the dining room some early evening?
How did your book cart idea work out?
Are you sure you are not the real party planner, party girl, and hostess?