I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
My sister use to have me kill the spiders she was so afraid of them. Once a spider I killed fell on her bed after I hit it and she couldn't sleep in her bed that night. A 6' neighbor of mine has a problem with spiders and small creatures and he usually points to them so I take care of them.
Judy, Gershun - I have seen many of the places you have talked about...in the history book my mother bought and it has many colorful pictures too! I often think of someday moving to Germany or at least visiting to see if I would like to live there. Then Australia would be my next choice.
I hate txt msgs especially about something important like my mother's health. If someone wants to know something why can't they pick up the d!$* phone. I just don't know how to answer a question. I have to be extremely careful of what I say because my siblings pick apart every word I say or use it against me later. I have always had a problem with how I say things and they take advantage of it.
We don't have much company here and sometimes I dread them coming in. After they're here, though, I enjoy the visit and feel so much better. People can lift your spirits. I always feel better after going out to be with people, or even after a phone call. I am not just a caregiver, I'm a person who needs other people. It would be easy to start avoiding everyone, but that would just make me sick.
So goodness, welcome others into your house and lives. Your relationship with the person you care for is not the only thing in the world. Maybe a visit will take some of the focus off of caregiving for a while.
I used to have that problem with my family members until I finally grew a backbone. They know now. I'm not suggesting you suddenly start telling them to go blank themselves but maybe ease into it. Start small.
OK...since i apparently lack the ability to flatten these rude folks what would you ladies have done or do. .she has had health issues so she will not be helping me do antibiotics. .if course she never helped before she had health problems either. .i am already on my last leg and had been talking to the nurse about respite because I'm ready to collapse. I truly don't like to be rude but i swear what i am doing is not working. So any helpful suggestions will be appreciated. ..the crazy part is i am not spineless but with folks i feel sorry for sure to their circumstances it is hard for me to be firm. In summation i am a moron
In fact my hubby and I may move to Europe one day. The only thing that was keeping me here was my Mom.
Jude, you have led such a colorful life, I tell ya. I once dated a guy who had a pet snake. That was too much for me. But a spider, no way. I've also dated a lot of snakes too, but thats another story.
But moths, said creepy crawlies and butterflies scare me to death, especially moths and spiders and crane flies. I once used up every glass in a house where I was babysitting. they had an almost white carpet and it was autumn I swear the spiders honed in because they knew I was there. When the parents came home I had placed a glass over each one...it looked like an obstacle course for pets!
I now have conkers (dont know what you clal them but they come from the horse chestnut tree) in the corner of every room and now we dont have spiders! yippeee
I once dispatched a very large, nasty spider - so big I could hear his feet making noise in the tub as he tried to climb out - that's what drew my attention to him as I walked through the bathroom. I sent him to his glory in a very shiny, lemon-scented state, as the only thing I had at hand was a can of Lemon Pledge furniture polish. I sprayed the beejesus out of him.
And then there was the few times I had to dispatch a bat that somehow found its way out of the attic and into the house I was living in at the time. I'd wake up at 3am, hearing flapflapflapflapflapflap over my head, and I'd leap into action, grabbing my trusty badminton racket and striking an attack pose in the living room. I'd wait for the winged vermin to start his figure-8 pattern of swooping through the long, narrow room, and as he hit the arc of his swoop over my head on one end of the room, I'd swing and THWACK! - I'd clobber him like an overgrown furry shuttlecock and send him careening into the opposite wall. I developed quite a technique for it over time. I had to - the landlord refused to get rid of the bats in the attic.
I guess now is a time to tell you a funny story. A long time ago when I was in my teens I had the sexiest boyfriend ever. he was gorgeous and after about two months he invited me back to his place (yeah I know 2 months but things were different then)
Well after a few coffees I needed the rest room especially as he was about to show me a portfolio of photos he had taken. (not of me ...I dont do pictures very often)
The toilet was in the bathroom and there in the bath were three humungous spiders, not tarantulas - we don't have those - but they were enormous and vile. Now it didnt stop me peeing, far from it, but I didnt take my eyes off them in case they were planning their attack!
I decided I would show dear sweet sexy man that I was the perfect housewife (well sort of) so I grabbed the bleach and doused them in it then flushed them down the plug hole with very very hot water. Oh I also helped them on their way with a loo brush so they were well decimated by the time they disappeared.
Now I apologise if you're a buddhist or just someone who likes spiders but like I said they have to be dead before I can cope with them and these were very dead.
I went back into the lounge and then came the crashing words. What do you think of these beauties? I have had them since they were really tiny...you must have seen them in the bath. And there was his portfolio the growing life of three spiders in glorius technicolor........hmmm how to get out of this one?
I made an excuse left and never went back ...he never phoned but I somehow know he knew I had done the deed! Could have been the bleach smell!!
And as for being a therapists nightmare good on you woman they get paid too much anyway for doing very very little except expecting you to reach your own conclusions. Hell I dont even know the questions let alone the answers!