I believe we are in a living Hell. Why? You may ask. Well, my Mom because she doesn't know what the Hell she is doing and is trapped in a worn out body and worn out mind. And me because it isn't any fun to watch the deterioration of an intelligent woman and I have been here for four long years picking up the pieces. I know there will be an end, but I am not sure who will give up first. Also, I chose to do this so I am not complaining. Just stating facts.
This is how last night and the early morning hours went:
10:30 Pills and bed for Mom.
12:00 Bed for me.
12:30 Mom up going to the bathroom. Got her taken care of and back in bed.
3:30 Mom on the floor of her room trying to get up. Pajama top off. Coughing. Got her back in bed.
5:30 Mom sitting in the chair in her room. Pajamas off. Threw up. Puke on her, the chair, the floor. Said she wanted to put on her pajamas so she could get in bed. I helped her get in bed without pajamas. What the Hell?
6:30 Mom up sitting in the chair trying to put a blanket on. She thought they were her pajamas. I helped her get clean pajamas on and back in bed.
6:45 Mom coming out of the bathroom and determined to squeeze in the 6 inch space between her bed and the wall. Realizing that she would probably fall and I wouldn't be able to help her out of such a small space, I blocked her way and directed her to the side of the bed that she always uses. She was very angry, confrontational, and cried because I wouldn't let her do what she wanted. Sat on the edge of her bed crying and coughing. Puked on her clean pajamas
7:00 Mom standing in her room with her walker on the way to the bathroom but she was going to the living room. Wouldn't believe me when I tried to show her where it was.
7:45 Mom in the kitchen looking for the bathroom. Still didn't believe I knew where the bathroom is so she sat on the love seat in the living room.
8:20 Mom found the bathroom and I helped her change out of her puked on pajamas.
8:30 Mom sat in the chair in her room. I have her a paper towel. She used it to wipe herself. Said she was on the toilet.
9:00 Mom still in the chair in her room. Laughing at a TV show with the "with it" twinkle in her eye.
9:15 The Hospice nurse came. Mom told her that she hadn't been coughing, didn't throw up and had a good nights sleep. What the Hell!
This must be Hell.
The thing I and anyone who reads this can take away from the events listed above is this: Exercise, eat right, stay mentally challenged and pray that you can escape the clutches of diabetes and all of the related health issues that go along with it.
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