To write each and every day. To present an objective look at Mom's life, as well as my life. I need to be more patient with her. No, it isn't easy for me when she gets very demanding. Our encounter last week demonstrates the whole relationship.
Mom began calling me at 630am. I was in the middle of a 'flu like virus' and my fasting blood sugar ( when I dragged myself out of bed) was low --43. While laying in bed, I had a real dizzy spell. So, I am lying in bed, and I hear Mom moving about. When I got up, I was thrilled to see she had manage to get up and change her own adult diaper. Naively, I am pleased thinking she'd really turned the corner and must be so happy.
Not so fast, caregiver. I go to greet Aged Parent whose first words are "I'm angry at you. I had to change my own Depends". I said 'well, I'm not feeling well--had a dizzy spell, and I think my blood glucose is low". Said HM " that's no excuse". I saw red, and just got so angry, saying things like 'you aren't the only person around here with health issues. You treat me like a servant. If it happens to you, it's a medical problem, but if it happens to me, it's an excuse for slacking off". So, we did our usual cold Irish American anger for a while and eventually, Mom apologized.
That, on top of having a flu-like virus, while Mom had bronchitis. This hasn't been a fun year, and I am glad it's almost over.
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