my mother has stage 5 alzheimer's...learn with me...

seems getting out is the one thing they all have in common...i wonder how the staff stops the minor revolts that much happen daily
 
did i mention one brother of hers...accused me of having her drugged the first time they visited...

like i give out the drugs

i assure you if i did...i would have mine too lol
 
now to take her to the hair salon...i have to go in..and find the place...so i am not riding around looking for it with her....i have to explain to them..that no matter what she has done..its $10.00 lol i will arrange payment and all....

the people seemed real nice on the phone...after i explained it all..the girl...goes...honey we just work with what we have.....again i am always amazed at the kindness of strangers
 
seems getting out is the one thing they all have in common...i wonder how the staff stops the minor revolts that much happen daily

They do manage though those who are a danger to themselves are usually equipped with alarms and tracking devices to ensure they don't escape.

Mr. F's mom was so cruel to her daughter, berating her for putting her in a place, begging to go home, etc. Yet every time the daughter or we took her out of the facility, it wasn't long before she was ready to go home--to the facility. If it wasn't so maddening and hurtful, it would be funny. And indeed, developing a sense of humor does help, which every now and then, Hellbitch, I perceive you are able to find yours.

Once you get all this nonsense with her crazy relatives settled, I think it will get much easier for you. Until then, I hope it helps knowing folks here--and as you are finding out there--do care.
 
yea everyone keeps telling me this is gonna get better....funny they said a month out...it would be better..fucking liars...in reality its a lot better...my mom is doing better...she is well and getting medical treatment...her meds are being given at the right time and the right amount...she is getting a good diet...now if we could just get her to drink water...

and i do see the humor in the dove bars and cocoa...and going down stairs...

sometimes i see the pain.....no matter what i do..the flowers are always from my son....the nice things are always from my son...the evil things....me....its all my fault...which i can deal with...i would rather it be that way..than her be mad with my son...

i just keep hoping i am doing the right thing.....i am so scared and i am so tired of living that way...just plain scared all the time...fearful of what could happen...the stress is starting to show with da man...we are fussing a lot...no matter what he does or says...it is not supportive enough....and then yesterday....i realized i couldnt remember the last time i got laid....lol...he was very supportive there lol
 
Let da man read your last post. It will help tons.

Sincerely,

another da man (been kind if ouchy myself lately)
 
o you people dont exist as far as he is concerned lol he has his own boards etc...we dont cross cyber paths..

i tell him...i try to always tell him...but yea he is out in the garden working like a...damn what is the pc term now? ginger step child? well thats not right to redheads and step kids....you cant say ******....o they would riot...i guess we can say mexican? lol
 
today went well....i figured out how to get her to take a bath....take her out and spend a small fortune on the hairstyle she wanted...and then she goes...i dont like this i am gonna comb it out..she was ripping her blouse off as we walked down the hall to her room.

i told her there were nice people there..to talk to them...she told me..she didnt do that cause they were kinda nutty.....

o get this...i had really been worried about telling her a friend of hers died...a dear old friend of hers....so i tell her...momma so and so died....

and mom says...

all she ever did was sit on her ass anyway....

joy joy
 
Mr. Foxfyre's dad, probably not quite as far along in the syndrome as your mom, went through a phase of giving a present to everybody he came in contact with. Sometimes it was an ashtray, or a coffee mug out of the kitchen, just anything that happened to strike his fancy. So we're visiting him and he brings out a sweater that we had given him the previous Christmas. Mr. F said, "No dad, you need to keep that sweater." PaPaw shrugged and said, I don't know where the damn thing came from, but it's the ugliest damn thing I ever saw.

We came home with the sweater.
 
ahh today.....i call alf this am....the cna tells me basically all hell has broken loose for some reason the aid is not taking her walking and mom is pissesd...has chased the aid down the hall...wont let aid back into room....i tell her...we are rolling now....takes me 45 minutes to get to boone with traffic...so we go in....she is pissed..we tell her we will take her walking....she directs us to the place....all is well....expect now my fat ass is walking 6 miles....so i make da man go and carry water..she refuses to drink the water for the first 4 laps..then when she finally breaks down....she complains that the water is warm. *we of course make note that we need a small cooler for water for the walks*

so the aid tells me my mother didnt wanna walk cause she had a headache...mom tells me the aid...comes in and when mom ask what she is there for the aid says...."i am sitting with you cause you are crazy"....mom chases her down the hall...aid says mom threatened her....mom says she told aid she would kick her ass....now come on ...mom is fucking 80 years old? and i did stop the shoe throwing....i told her she wasnt going all muslim on us....and she did stop...

so anyways she tells me all this while we walk....i am asking her if she is hungry....no but she mentions not having lunch....of course she has had lunch....so we go back to alf...suddenly she wants lunch...we have messed up her time line..she has now walked late and forgotten she had lunch...off to jimmie johns we go...me and da man.....sooooooooo i get back with food...and she is sitting on her bed eating a damn breakfast bar..she had stashed...she took the food and basically booted me out....she loves me....but was much more interest in the food in the bag....she had fruit cups and ice cream but wanted a sammie...o and she mentioned her flowers werent looking well....so the kidlet is taking flowers to her tonight....

my feet are blistered....she tells me...you need to walk everyday..then it wont hurt you....so that is how i passed my sunday....but she did seem happy....o yea she is still bitching at me..to go home...but not as much.

she did tell my son that she went to a neurologist and he put her to sleep and she knows he did something to her brain..........
 
okay i left about 2:30 ....son arrives about 4:30....ask how her day is...she says fine..told him that girl walked with her...she didnt even remember us being there
 
I can almost picture your Mom water boarding an aid. Tell me where the stairs to the cocoa are! Tell me now!
 
o damn she should be out of cocoa....i dont know what to do about the aids...mom has never complained about anyone at the place...the other people....

a friend has suggested a nanny cam but i need audio too
 
Be careful, we don't need Mom to be an internet porn star. Like you don't have enough problems already.
 
omg....internet porn star.....what i need is sanity....and that aint happening....but i am learning.....that walking 6 miles kills my feet....that disrupting her time line means two lunches that you dont ask if she is hungry you just take her to eat...

get this ..she is right..they stopped one of her blood pressure meds..they are taking her blood pressure twice a day and its constant and steady and good....

sometimes she just seems so aware......

then my son calls and goes...she doesnt remember you being there.....ahhhh such is life
 
things are moving fast.....my lawyer...called...she seemed rather shocked that she was my lawyer but i am paying a retainer and meeting with her tomorrow...eye example went well..she is blind in the left eye pretty much....20/400 well hell she couldnt see the large ass E so i guess she is more than 20/400 but it doesnt matter...

she will not drink water...we cant get her too...

so i got a new lawyer....do all lawyers charge 250 an hour? she was the lawyer who called me back on a friday afternoon...late...she gave me a lot of free advice...

i am slowly relaxing...the sheriff served my mother...she keeps thinking her sister did it...i keep telling her i did it...she keeps forgetting...irony...irony....

but they will let me sit with her....and told me that they will make it as low stress as possible...its just better when i can touch her to reassure her....pat her back...hold her hand....it just seems to calm her..till she gets pissed and hits me....for 80 she can smack
 

Forum List

Back
Top