The old John Lennon song comes back to haunt me when I get so far behind. You know the kind of feeling. You are on auto-pilot, not paying attention. The only things that get done are the necessary obligations, and the pressing emergencies that come from everyone’s distress. So it has been a month since I have sat down to type.
It has been a really hard month. It seems like each day I see a little more erosion of mom’s personality. She has no zest at all. She won’t even talk to me unless I really insist on a verbal response. More often than not I have to spoon feed her to get her to finish her meals.
I think the worst development in the past month is how I have come to really dislike my own reactions. I can get impatient with Mom when she “changes her mind” and becomes uncooperative in the middle of a transfer to the commode or while I’m trying to file her nails. I find my self raising my voice when she forgets to swallow her pills, while I am reminding her not to chew them. Of course the whole time she is saying, “I am not chewing it…” as she grinds away on a capsule. I know she is not lying when she tells me “I did swallow it.” Her brain can’t fill in the gap between the pill in her mouth and my instructions. So she tells me what ever will make me stop giving her the pills. But that is not intentional, that is typical of the disease. Why do I get frustrated. I should be kinder.
Well, this is kind of a pointless post, isn’t it? But that seems to be the tenor of my times lately. It all feels pointless. Thank you to everyone who helps with Mom, who prays for her, couldn’t do it without you.
peace
Posted by rjblackburn under Life with Mom
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I just put Mom to bed. It was one of those evenings, she was impatient with me for making her stand up to fix the bottom of her night gown. She has an elastic bandage on her arm, to keep her from messing with the dressing on her latest scrape. She keeps trying to unwrap it because she does not remember hurting herself. It was a real chore just getting her arm into the sleeve of her night shirt. She was not happy with me as I lifter her feet into bed and tucked her in.
Her skin is so thin and fragile, I have to be very careful not to tear it just moving her from chair to chair. Even picking up her legs to position her in bed is a precarious stress on her skin. We are using a new prescription lotion on her legs. In addition to being fragile they are very dry. Each day I have to wash her legs with plain water (there is a heavy residue after it is absorbed) and then put on the lotion.
And then there are her finger nails, she yells at me if I try to clip them, so I use a nail file and emery board. There is more, but no point talking about brushing her teeth or taking her dentures out. I don’t use a lot of toiletries myself, I have never fussed about my nails. So grooming Mom has taken me places I have never imagined myself going.
Sometimes when she is impatient with what I am doing, I think of how much easier it would be to just not do it. But that would be unkind than leaving her alone like she would have it.
I know this has been a rambling post, but I have been thinking how much we are like Mom as we react to providence. It is easy to confess that God has a plan for our lives, but how impatient we become when his plan is uncomfortable or ill-timed in our estimation. He does things for our eternal benefit, and we are just focused on how we feel right now. When we are tested and tried we no more think of his ultimate plan than Mom understands why I have her arm wrapped in the elastic wrap. Kind of embarrassing when you really think about it.
Well, that’s all I have time for right now, Pax!
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