It's My Life

Yes, I am the plush Beagle in the middle:  ears flopping, while I lay on my back stare at the ceiling and wonder how life got so complicated.  Why haven't I exercised, or updated my blog.  Because I am on the verge of caregiver burnout, that's why.

Mom still has her Lucy Ricardo side:  she's always had a knack for getting in trouble when she uses machines, or tries to fix them.  She told one story about when she was a young Mother.  We girls were in bed, and Dad was asleep on the living room sofa.  Mom went into the basement to do some laundry, and decided it would be wonderful to get on her hands and knees to clean the lint out of the dryer.

Unfortunately, she reached too far into the tube, and her arm get stuck.  She yelled for help, which was slow in arriving.  In the meantime, she conjured up visions of our resident water bugs crawling all over her helpless, prone body.  Dad finally woke up, but could not get her arm out.  He got our next door neighbor, who suggested they apply baby oil to Mom's arm, and the two men finally extricated Mom's arm.  ( it wasn't injured)

Monday morning, about 630 am, Mom woke me by calling for help.  She decided to get out of bed by herself, but had managed to work the hospital bed remote so it trapped her between the elevated head and foot.  She looked like the filling in a mattress sandwich.  I worked the remote, vowing to put it out of her reach every night, and put things back in their proper place.

I am tired of changing adult diapers.