And at others, you simply just need to sit down and giggle…..
And sometimes, you just let moments happen…..
But then there are other times you say, What the heck…..
And then you remember….Life is precious…..
While this post is a couple of days late, please forgive me. It’s been a crazy couple of days. The past week, I had been talking to Momma and telling her what day it was, and how many more days to go before her “Big day”.
It was too cute, when the Farmer brought in the balloon, Momma was just getting ready to get up, and Caregiver Beth was helping her. I brought in the flowers and asked where a vase was.
Since we could not locate a vase, I improvised and used an empty wine bottle. When I brought it in and showed Momma, she giggled and said she needed to talk to my parents. Uhm? I looked at her and the Farmer was already giggling, I said, “Uh, Momma you are my parent, whatcha wanna talk about?”. She replied, I was cheeky, but was giggling the whole time.
A fellow blogger of mine, just recently posted a blog about “Nostalgia”, I guess I am feeling it too. Over the past 32 years, I have had the BEST set of parents a girl could ever ask for. (Although in 51 years, I’ve had the Best Dad a girl could ever ask for).
The thing about Momma and the Farmer though? They truly love each other and even though Momma has Parkinson’s, the Farmer does his best to make her feel loved. The times they flirt like they are 18, and make ME blush, well, I guess we all are Blessed.
Happy Anniversary Momma and the Farmer…. Love you both to the moon and back….
This week has been a week. While I am not really complaining, because there is a silver lining in everything, and I am truly Blessed, (at least I think so), sometimes things can get a little crazy.
The beginning of the week, I’ve already told you about, and the fact the Farmer let me drive his “other” prized baby, was a feat in itself. The fact, I drove it, and had fun in it, was a bonus. Momma had her birthday 2 days in a row, simply because she thought it was her birthday 2 days in a row. PDD is really a butt kicker sometimes. But rather than spoil it for her, we celebrated her birthday 2 days in a row.
I guess, if I could not eat cake and stuff, and open presents, I would want to savor the moment as long as I could. Momma did celebrate her birthday, by being checked out by the Nurse, and also getting to eat some sherbet. Well….2 tablespoons of sherbet were all that she got, but she did manage to swallow all of it. I even asked her and made her open her mouth to make sure it was gone. Momma loves any form of ice cream, sherbet or anything along those lines. Her face lit up when she saw the spoon with the “cherished” treat on it.
Momma is still suffering from a cold, and has good snotty days and then better days, as in no snot. This has been an issue for me this week, and the Farmer has truly laughed hard at me. (Rotten rat). It seems, that while I can handle most things, as in the crappiest pants, the vomit, and the nastiest smell, when it comes to the snot factory, I will throw up in a heart beat. If I don’t actually throw up, I will definatley gasp and struggle for control, sometimes it works, sometimes it does not. Cam-Man has gotten into the program although unknowingly. He will pick his nose and hand it to me, and I will start gagging. UGH enough about THAT….
Our issues started about Thursday, when I was allowed to drive the Farmer’s beloved truck, It started raining and I did not think it would ever end. I finished my day and went to bed as usual, but at about 4 am, the Electrician came back to bed, and said, “hon the carpet is wet”. “Uh, what?” I got up to go to the restroom and squished my way there. I freaked out and started flipping on lights and then realised, OH CRAP….I live in a bi-level and part of our main living space is downstairs. Our “sports” room, is where we hang out the most, our bedroom is downstairs, and the garage and bathroom are here.
Well….the garage was flooded, and so was the half of the sports room. The Electrician got up and started trying to get the water out of here. It really was not as bad as it could have been, but it was squishy bad. After working on the house for about 1 1/2 hours the Electrician went to work, and I took over. I pulled up the carpet in the sports room, and did what I could, and then left for the Farmer’s house. It was Friday, and I made a deal with the Farmer, I would let him sleep in on Fridays, so I leave my house and arrive at his house at about 7:45 am, give Momma her first meds of the day, and the Farmer gets to sleep in.
Folks, I truly wish I could have the energy I had in my 20’s and 30’s, but being where I am now (nope I’m not gonna tell you how old I am, or how old I feel), I left my house said a prayer and just hoped it would dry out.
I usually clean the Farmer’s house on Friday’s, and let me just say, while I did do somethings, I kinda let other’s go. I played with the Farmer and gave him lessons on his new laptop computer. I do have to say, he and I both giggled a bunch.
When I finally arrived home, I was ever so happy that it appeared things had dried out, so I finished sucking up the rest of the water with the shop vac, and moving things to help the carpet dry. When the Electrician arrived home, and looked at what I had done, he was happy, although, call me a silly girl, but I did not move anything, and um oops, there was still some water underneath things I did not move.
Fast forward to today, and my house is finally back to normal, there is nothing wet or squishy. Thank goodness. Carpets have dried and been cleaned to within an inch of their lives, rugs have been washed and back into place.
While I could say this week has been trying, not just for me, but for all of America with all the things going on in the nation. My little spot in the world is okay. And…we are keeping on with what is our normal.
Today, I arrived at the Farmer’s and he is sick. I am not going to bust him out, that he has a cold, and that installing a new mailbox yesterday, probably did not help the situation any. Ok…let me back track here for a minute.
I arrived at the Farmer’s yesterday, and was truly amazed at how good of care, Caregiver Beth and her husband, had taken care of the Farmer and Momma. I drove into a freshly dug out driveway, and entered the house, and it smelt clean. (This is because she stepped up and came over and took care of them, while my happy butt was in a ditch). Thank you Caregiver Beth!!!!
The Farmer was on a track yesterday, to reinstall his mailbox, which somehow, got plowed over by the snow plows from our snow storm. Yes, folks, his mailbox and the neighbors mailbox was in the ditch. For some unknown reason the Farmer HAS to get his mail everyday, and sometimes it’s like Christmas to him. With that being said, when I pulled into the driveway, he was in the garage, working on the board that houses the 2 mailboxes. Now, yesterday was kind of cold, but the Farmer had decided he would put up a new mailbox no matter what.
After cooking him breakfast, the Farmer took off in my car and went to get a new mailbox and do a couple of errands. (Thanks Dad for putting gas in my car). When he arrived back at the house, he asked for my help in putting the new mailbox up. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I LOVE power tools and the opportunity to use one was like a kid with an all day sucker. What I did not realize, was that he simply wanted to me hold stuff, and NOT use the power tools. Burst my bubble big time. Needless to say, the new mailbox was up and running. It also has a neat feature, that the Farmer purchased, when the mail is inserted into the box, and the door is shut on the mailbox, an alarm goes off in the house. Kinda cool huh? Not to mention that he also has a new driveway bell. The Farmer is getting kind of high-tech on me.
Ok, now I digress. Today, when I arrived, the Farmer was down and out. So, I took care of him and Momma. Momma had a follow-up appointment from her Surgery on Friday. Being that we still had snow on the ground, and the fact the Farmer was not feeling good. I called the Doctor’s office. Momma is doing great after her surgery, no fever, no ill effects, and to be truthful, it is a major production to get her in the car and take her to the Doctor’s who will see her for 5 minutes and tell us stuff and send us on our way, and another production to get her back into the house and back to normal, simply because it takes her outside of her comfort zone.
So, I called the Doctor’s office and advised that Momma was fine and if the Doctor was okay with it, could we forgo the appointment? Well apparently, one of the tests they did on Momma when she had her surgery came back positive, and the Doctor had ordered some meds for Momma and it was ok to not bring her in. They would call the scripts in and then we could start giving her the medicine. I gave them our pharmacy and then I got a call from the pharmacy. They had a question for me, wasn’t Momma allergic to penicillin? Uhm, yes. Another phone call back to the Doctor’s and advised one of the meds would not work. So now, after all day phone calls, Momma has 3 meds ready to be picked up and one more to be ready after 3 pm tomorrow.
I guess the phone calls are better than to have to drag Momma out of the house, but now I have a call into the Doctor to ask what the heck does Momma have that she needs 4 medications to make her better? I guess I should have paid more attention to some of the things he said after surgery, but to be honest, I was just so thankful it was all over that I may have “zoned out”.
Please, believe me when I say I am not complaining, because I’m really not, I’m more confused than anything.
So, when I go tomorrow to pick up Momma’s meds, and some cold medicine for the Farmer, I will be asking the pharmacist, what the heck…..
But on a happier note, I am almost over “my cold” and I will take care of the Farmer and Momma tomorrow, and see what else is in store for me. Because ya know what I realized tonite? I am very Blessed, just to have both of the Farmer and Momma, many kids my age, do not have their parents. Mine are both still here and I truly love caring for them.
Sometimes, I may get “too involved” and the rest of my family may feel left behind, but ya know what? I Love all of ya….and y’all know I’m here for all of you. Thank you to y’all, for letting me be, me and do what I feel the need to do.
I am a very Blessed little puppy…..plus, I’m hoping should I never need the help, y’all will take care of me….
I’ve already filled y’all in on my Monday of this week, but after that, things kind of went downhill from there. I would have posted that post on Monday, as I had originally planned, but well, welcome to my goofy world. The post disappeared into cyber space and I have just now found it again.
maybe it didn’t disappear, and I just lost it? Who knows….onto the rest of my fun-filled action packed week…..
By Tuesday it was evident that little dude was not up to his normal stuff, and it was decided we would make a Doctor’s appointment for him. The Nurse made his appointment and due to obligations for the remainder of the week, we negotiated and I would take little dude to the Doctor by Wednesday.
On Wednesday, we headed out and did our fun-filled activities at the Farmer’s house, and left a little early so we could head to the Doctor’s. We also had a plan of action today as well. Cam-Man knew after the Doctor’s visit, he would be getting some ice cream.
We arrived at the Doctor’s and after giving the appropriate paperwork, we sat down to wait. They called Cam-Man’s name and he swaggered into the exam room. He knew what he was there for. We went out after taking off his coat, and little dude got weighed, and is now a full 30 pounds, and then measured for his height.
Back into the exam room, and the nurse asked why we were there today, Cam pointed to his ears and nose, and also his underarm. When his regular Doctor came in, she was a little disappointed that it was Meemaw and not the Nurse who was with Cam (she loves to hear the Nurse laugh). Cam told her he was coughing, and had “yucky” ears, and also a bunch of skin tags under his arm. We got our prescription and were on our way. After loading up into the Rav4, we drove home, and Cam got his ice cream.
Thursday was my double day, so I brought Cam with me in the morning, and the Farmer and Cam played for a bit, and then I came back and put Momma back to bed. I kind of had to prep her for the next day (Friday), because there were events planned she had no idea about.
When Friday am arrived, I got up in the dark, and drove over to the Farmer’s, the plan was for him to sleep in, and I would get things ready. You see, Momma was having surgery to replace her g-tube (aka tummy tube) today. Due to the surgery, I was only allowed to give her the first round of med’s in the morning with a minimal amount of water. When I woke her up and gave her the meds I told her, “We are going on an adventure today, so I will let you go back to sleep for a bit, but then I am coming in and getting you up at about 9:15 am OK?” She mumbled something but was okay with it.
When I came back to get her up, she was a little feisty, and ready to roll. Things went pretty smoothly, and I was able to get her dressed, into her wheelchair and out to the car and then into the car with no problems. She actually was kind of fun on the car ride there, because she was talking up a storm, noticing new things on the drive, and then when we arrived at the Surgery center, she kind of quieted down. After getting her out of the car and arriving, she went straight up Parks, and I knew we were in trouble.
We went in and let them know she was there. The Nurse came out and took Momma back with her, but came out a few minutes later with some questions, then came back a few minutes later with more questions, so I asked her if it was okay, if I came back with her. When I got back to the “prep” room, Momma was for lack of a better term, “Parked up”. So, I did what I normally do, and got her undressed into a gown and onto the gurney (by myself) (this is not being disrespectful to the Nurses in any way). Momma was scared. I knew this, so while I was getting her undressed and into a gown, I was making jokes and getting giggles, and trying to relieve the tension, that you could cut with a knife. I answered all of the Nurses question’s, and I kept telling Momma, she had to remember her name and ALSO her birthdate, because she was going to have to tell a Nurse that information.
Momma was prepped, and I took her picture all ready for surgery, out of privacy for Momma, I will not post it, but I did show it to her after we got home and she smiled. They took Momma off and I sat with the Farmer while the “deed was done”.
I had asked the Nurse if she would come and help after Momma had surgery, and she told me to call her when it was over. Now, I will be honest with y’all here, I know it was a routine surgery, but I am here to tell you, NOTHING with a PD patient is routine, so I was nervous. When the Doctor came out and called Momma’s name, the Farmer and I went into the little “discussion” room they have. Momma did well with flying colors, and there were only a couple of things that concerned him. After discussing the problems, we were told we could see her in about 20 minutes.
I called the Nurse, who said she would be there in a few. The Farmer and I were allowed to go and see Momma. She looked so peaceful, and had answered the Nurse’s questions about her name and birthdate. We waited while Momma came out of the anesthesia, and when she woke up, well….she wasn’t really happy with me.
The Nurse arrived and kind of took over. (THANK GOODNESS FOR DAUGHTERS). I left Cam-Man with his G’pa and went back in to help however I could but the Nurse, already had Momma dressed and into the wheelchair. (WHEW). So, I loaded up Cam into his Momma’s car, and he and I took off to go open up the house and get it ready for when they arrived.
When the Farmer arrived, we had the house almost opened up, and the Nurse got Momma into her wheelchair and we got her cleaned up and into bed. Momma was still cross with me, but she was ok.
Momma is sporting a new g-tube, and after the Nurse gave her a feeding and her meds, Momma was a happy camper. She went back to sleep, but did tell all of us, she really did love us.
So….that was my week, my weekend was another adventure, as the Electrician and I were keeping Cam-Man for another sleepover…..stay tuned for that one…..
Well hello to y’all. While it may have seemed like I have fallen off the face of the earth and left y’all hanging on my Vacation journey, I’m still here. Just going through some changes in my life, and also busier than a fart in a whirlwind.
After starting my blog and doing the “post a day” for 2 years, I think my writing “mojo” went somewhere for a while. I’m still trying to find it.
Let me catch you up on some “stuff” since I’ve been back. Apparently, while I was gone on my trip, Momma had some “not so good days”. Since I have been back, she has still had some, not so good days. She has cheered up a bit, and become ‘chatty” again, to an extent.
When I first started my blog, I also watched my Grandson, Cam-Man, somewhere along the way, I stopped watching him on a daily basis, due to his parents having different schedules, and they didn’t need me. The weekend after I arrived home from my vacation, I got a note stating the following: Going to need some Grandma watching action this week. Mon-Thur. Let me know if you are up for it. Hehehe, does a duck like water?
So, things kind of are like they used to be, with the exception of the fact, Cam-man is no longer a baby, or just barely walking. He is now a full-blown 2, almost 3-year-old, who walks, talks and is a little person. The funny thing to me, is Monday morning when Cam-man arrived and after feeding him breakfast, we left for the Farmer’s, Cam-Man remembered the routine.
We arrived at the Farmer’s and Cam-Man swaggered into the place, and gave his “Farmer-Papa” a big hug, remembered where his toys were and then “helped” me make breakfast. Cam-man remembered about the laundry, and the routine we shared. The only difference now, is he walks downstairs and counts them as he goes, and then puts the laundry soap in the washer and turns it on. It’s been about 8-12 months since this kid has followed this routine, and he fell right into it, like he had not missed a day.
When it was time to get Momma up, Cam-man helped pick out her clothes and talked to Momma the whole time, and the smile on her face, lit me up. He sat on the bed, while she was on the potty, and had to inspect it after she was done,then holding his nose, he stated “pewee”, and then told her “good job”, when she was finished.
I have realised something through the experience of watching the Grandson, and Momma together, that they both “connect” with each other. The make each other smile, and it’s fun to watch.
On Monday, Momma had an appointment with the Doctor, and due to circumstances, it was just the Farmer and I and Cam-man, to get Momma to the Doctor. I was a little nervous, but I got Momma in and out of the car by myself, and was pretty proud of that fact. The Farmer probably felt like a chauffeur, because Cam-man’s car seat, with Cam in it, me in the middle and Momma on the other side rode in the back seat, and the Farmer drove. Cam and Momma kept the conversation going, and Cam and Momma held hands.
While at the Doctor’s I was pretty proud of both of them. Cam-man for behaving so well, and Momma for not being scared, especially of a new Doctor. Momma has been scheduled for surgery to have her g-tube replaced, due to the old one being in some pretty nasty shape. Cam-man grabbed a couple of suckers from the Doctor’s office and wanted to give Momma one, because she was good. Unfortunately, Momma could not have it.
Thursday was a pretty fun day too, simply because it had snowed the day before and the snow at the Farmer’s was “untouched” so to speak. When we pulled up to the Farmer’s, Cam-man had to walk up the wheelchair ramp, because it was crisp clean snow. Those little footprints totally cracked me up. We went inside and did the stuff we do. Then, just before we went into get Momma up, I gave in, and Cam-Man and I went outside all bundled up and made a snowman in the Farmer’s back yard. Cam was so pleased, he went in and got Farmer Papa to come look.
Friday, Momma was in a rare mood and full of giggles and sunshine, but was a little sad, her Cam-Man wasn’t there. She told me “I miss that little guy”. Momma has perked up this week. I think that he may be a “particular type of therapy”, she may need.
Hope y’all are doing well. I’ve missed writing, and while I can honestly say, I won’t be doing it as much as I used to, I will keep y’all updated. Life is semi good in my hood.
Well, here it is Monday evening, and I’ve been flying under the radar. To be truthful, my outlaws have been here since Friday, and will be leaving Tuesday morning.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ve missed them. Simply for the fact, when we all get together there is so much laughter, my sides hurt. We have outdone ourselves with meals. My MOL (Mother outlaw) and I have cooked together in my tiny little kitchen since Friday night together, and it has been a blast.
I will probably do a couple of episodes to this post, simply because there is just too much to tell in one shot.
Friday, I received a call from the Electrician, while I was at the Farmer’s, it was about 1:15, and I was in the middle of getting Momma up and bathed and dressed. He advised me that his parents were here, and what time would I be home. I told him 2:30. I finished getting Momma up, bathed and dressed, and gave her some meds, double checked everything I had done, and flew down the road.
I got home to see a strange car in my driveway, and came flying in the door to be told “sshhhh, Pa is sleeping”. I came downstairs and gave my Mol a huge hug, got a cup of coffee and sat down for one of those “chat sessions” her and I are famous for.
Time flew by, and we decided to get Dinner started. (Here is the back story for this one.) A couple of weeks ago the Electrician and I were watching Food Network, and a recipe came on (the program was The Best thing I ever Made), for spaghetti and meatballs. Well…we all know the Electrician loves spaghetti and meatballs, and so does my Fol. I printed off the recipe, made sure I had all the ingredients, and away we went.
My Mol and I followed the recipe to a T. After about the 2 hours of cooking time, her and I were laughing, because well…. The sauce, did NOT thicken like it was supposed to, and we had some really good tasting meatball soup going on. So, we strained off some of the liquid, and then made it our own, by adding this, that and everything else. Between the 2 of us, it was pretty darn good.
The Nursing student came over (Fisher dude was at work), and brought Cam-man who REALLY got the party started. The Nursing student had bought the garlic bread, and I threw it in the oven. Hey in my defense, I usually make my own, so I thought I followed the instructions. (Enter flashback of driving to the wedding here).
We put everything on the table, and took the bread out of the oven, who knew I was supposed to take it out of the foil and let it cook? Yea, apparently everyone but me. So, we ended up nuking it and it still came out ok. We scarfed most of it up, and gave the rest to a Tupperware container for the Fisher dude when he came home from work.
The first night was a success, and we all laughed so much (which usually happens when we get together). We went to bed, because we had a big day planned for Saturday….
I have spent the entire day in my p.j’s laying on the couch with a blanket. I have watched all kinds of Food Network, and some movies, and slept on and off all day. I have come to the conclusion, I am going to the walk-in Clinic on Monday.
I do not believe that green things should be coming out of my sinus’, and I have coughed myself silly and hoarse. If I had the energy, I might try using that netti pot thingy again, but I don’t feel like drowning myself this evening, and I’m a little scared about what might come out.
You would figure after a week, I would be feeling better. Uhm, nope. To top it off, I have given my sickness to the Electrician, who NEVER gets sick. But I guess with me coughing myself silly at night, and breathing on him, it was inevitable.
Plus, I simply have too much on my plate this week, to let myself be down and out. My outlaws are coming to visit and they should be here on Friday. That means, the Electrician is not going to rest until every little dust bunny has been found and killed, things dusted once, twice, and maybe even three times. Windows will be scrubbed, bathrooms will sparkle and carpets will be vacuumed to within an inch of there lives.
While you and I know they are coming to visit us and not give my house a white glove inspection, the Electrician feels the need to scrub everything. My thoughts? Let him.
I am excited to see my outlaws though, they have not been at my house in over a year, so they will get to see the “new” bathroom, and other stuff we’ve done.
But for now, I’m sorry, I am going back to the couch that is calling me, with my warm fuzzy Illini blanket, and probably take another nap.
Welp, after taking care of the Farmer since Sunday, It’s official I now have the sniffles. In preparation I have now filled myself with some cold medicine stuff, and am praying it works.
Today was my 4th day in a row of arriving early, giving Momma her first meds of the day. Today though I thought I would get every thing done, so that tomorrow, I can concentrate on Momma. Giving her a pedicure, manicure, and wash her hair, and let her have a special day, because I am going to be gone for a few days.
So with all that being said, I busted my … well, let’s just say after shampooing 1/2 the living room carpet, dusting all the furniture, cleaning 2 bathrooms, sweeping and mopping all the floors, and vacuuming the rest of them, scrubbing the kitchen, doing 6 loads of laundry (the last one, which was towels drying, I left for the Farmer, who is feeling better). I was a little tired when I arrived home.
While some may say this is not right, I am kind of happy that the Electrician is home right now. While I was doing all these things at the Farmer’s house, he was doing them (minus the shampoo the carpet), at mine. I so love him.
When I got home I threw dinner together. I made a chuck steak in mushroom gravy that I let simmer for about an hour and a half. I also made french fries, simply for the fact, I love french fries smothered in gravy, and then we had some carrots, broccoli and cauliflower, all mixed together and slowly simmered in garlic butter. While all of it might not necessarily be healthy, it was damn good.
I took my shower and that’s when the “sniffles” hit. I have been blowing my nose non stop for about an hour now. I feel ok otherwise, other than the headache I have had for 4 days now.
I can’t get sick right now, there is too much going on in the next few days, and I don’t have time for that crap.
Let me just address something for a minute, so I can get it off my chest. We have 2 Caregivers that come and help us with Momma. One of these women comes Monday thru Friday, and the other one is our weekend girl. We use an Agency for our girls. The Agency finally sent us a couple of pretty good Caregivers. unfortunately one of the Caregivers (Mon-Fri) has been slacking BIG time lately, If you or I went to a job and fell asleep while we were supposed to be giving care, it could mean getting fired. But seriously, I don’t know what life they are living.
Last night our weekend girl showed up and the Farmer was surprised. Let me digress for a moment, Beth (the weekend girl) is the one the Farmer likes because she also cleans while she is there, and is really good with Momma, and since I have taught her how to give the meds, some of the pressure is off the Farmer.
This morning I got a call from the Agency telling me that the Mon-Fri girl was in the hospital and that’s why she wasn’t there last night. I expressed some concern for her being in the hospital and I hoped she was ok. The Agency advised me that the weekend girl (Beth) was going to fill in for the time being. When the Farmer came in after his shower, I told him what they had said.
What followed next was some “serious” drama, and why the heck am I dealing with “drama”? Apparently the week girl had a heart attack but would be released soon and ready to go back to work. Uhm… EXCUSE me, maybe I am looking at this wrong, but seriously, WHY do I want someone who has just had a heart attack come back and take care of Momma when THEY should be recuperating? We told the Agency that while we were happy she was ok, we would prefer for weekend girl to be our full-time Caregiver, and she had indicated she would do it. The only problem was Thursday nights. You see the weekend girl has school on Thursday nights.
The Agency informed the weekend girl who maybe I would “swap” hours with her for that day, and I could come at night and the Agency ‘girl” could come in the morning.
I apologize first for what I am about to say, but I have already had the conversation with the Farmer, and there is going to be a can of WHOOPASS opened on the Agency.
First and foremost, I am not an “employee”, I AM THE DAUGHTER. Second, WE EMPLOYEE YOU as in the Agency. Third, When it comes to Momma, I am all about her care, not whether you make a dollar or two from us, it’s about her CARE. Fourth, I can FIRE you and I’m damn sure skippy I can find either an individual or a different company that has some ETHICS, in running their business.Fifth, I’m REALLY not in the mood to deal with this type of b.s.
With all of the above being said, I am truly disgusted at some of the ETHICs of some of the “Caregiver’s” Companies out there. There are people who make money out of some families tragedies, and I’m seriously pissed. While I usually try to find the GOOD out of any situation, I’m slowly becoming disillusioned with the Home Health Care Industry. There are a lot of people out there, that are making serious dollars off of our heartache.
While I don’t have the answers yet, I am working on them. Trust me when I say, I will find answers. Because Camsgranny is a little upset….
When I woke up this morning, it was in a bit of a panic. I could not see the alarm clock, and I thought I had to be somewhere early this morning. Silly me, it was 6:45 and I didn’t have to be anywhere early. Whew.
I drank my coffee and did some domestic diva stuff, and then headed over to the Farmer’s. I was on a mission today. Momma needed her hair washed, and not by a “hair wash cap”. I’ve been mulling over in my mind how to accomplish this, without “stressing” out Momma, nor sapping all of her energy, bending over the kitchen sink for 15 minutes.
I approached the Farmer with my plan, and he was game. I let Momma sleep in (as usual). I did the domestic diva stuff at the Farmer’s, the usual, mopping floors. On a side note, and this is not meant to be snarky in any way shape or form, but if ANYONE thinks a white tiled kitchen floor is a good idea, well, I’m here to tell you DON’T DO IT!!!!! I swear, I mop this floor at least 3 times a week, and then I hand ‘swipe” it the other two.
I did the laundry, and made a meatloaf for the Farmer this weekend, fed the cats, restocked the Pepsi in the fridge, took out trash, and a few other things (yea, the Electrician just read the list and made a comment about doing some of THIS stuff at home).
It was close to time to get Momma up. I had already been into her room a few times, to clean her up and get her dry, give her meds and just to check on her. She was snoring to beat the band this morning, and I giggled at the Farmer that the roof was going to blow off. He made the comment, “At least we know she is still breathing”. We both giggled and smiled.
Time to put my plan into action. I got 1 bucket full of water with a cup and put it on the side table, I got another bucket (empty), I got 2 towels, and then one of the bed pads that we use, and then also a hairdresser cape ready.
I woke Momma up, and we exchanged the normal early afternoon banter. I asked Momma if she was ready to get her hair washed. She replied that she wasn’t feeling up to standing, and I replied with I had a plan. She said she was game so it was on.
Momma has a hospital bed, and she normally sleeps at a 45 degree angle (she has a feeding tube in her stomach and is NEVER allowed to be flat). I helped her sit up (at a 90 degree angle), and then I moved her pillow and put it in the middle of her back. I laid down the bed pad over her pillow and the back of the bed, then I laid down a towel, and next the hairdresser cape, but I put that on backwards, so the majority of it was behind her. I then took the empty bucket and butted it up to her. I then asked her to lean back and look at the ceiling. I then proceeded to wash her hair using the 2 buckets, and voila. SUCCESS.
When I was done, I removed the now full bucket, and pulled everything off the bed. The bed was dry, and so was Momma. I wrapped her head up in a towel, and then proceed to bathe her. We did our normal routine from there.
When we got Momma up and onto her porta potty, I blow dried her hair and when she was done, fully dressed. The Farmer remarked to Momma when he came in to help me assist her up and into the living room “There is my beautiful girl, and your hair looks amazing”. Momma smiled, and demanded a kiss, from both of us.
I must say, Momma walked into the front room with a little “swag” in her step, and I think she felt truly happy. I was ecstatic simply for the fact, I’ve now figured out how to wash Momma’s hair without her feeling drained or stressed. No more itching herself silly. THAT makes me happy. However on a side note, I think I need to get some posters to put on the ceiling for her to look at while we do this.
I finished cleaning her room, starting another load of laundry, and making her bed for her to get into it this evening (I usually do that every day anyway), I laid out her p.j.’s on her pillow, and because today was a mild day, I opened her windows to let it air out. I had no sooner opened the windows, when both of Momma’s protectors came flying into the room and each kitty took an open window and promptly climbed into it.
When I was getting ready to leave, I gave the Farmer some last-minute instructions, (and p.s. Hey Farmer, Don’t Forget to tell Beth about Friday.)
Today for me was a huge success. I will also say, I’m kinda proud of myself for finding a better way for Momma to get her hair washed that does not sap all of her strength, and scare her.
Happy Friday peeps, today was a good one!!!!!