Tuesday, June 5, 2018

156/365/Whining/Negativity

In December, my mother fell. She had surgery and did the hospital/rehab/hospital/rehab stint for almost three months. My father, who had vascular dementia, was home alone during this time. It was a bad situation. When Mom was released, Alison and I moved them both into an independent-living apartment and brought in lots of help. It’s a month-to-month place, not a buy-in. It’s expensive, especially with the help. But by being there, they were theoretically poised to get into assisted living—if we could get an application together with their financials and medical records (like that will ever happen).

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  1. So much stress. I don't know how you're coping, but I have such admiration for you and your sister.

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  2. I think maybe Susan should ship the contents of her wine cellar-sized rack to you. It might help the situation, if only temporarily.

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    1. I have not had a drink since Sunday, which for me is admirable.

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  3. I'm glad you have your sister, but sorry that its not a straightforward process to get your mum into an appropriate facility. I'd like to get my in-laws into assisted (autocorrect changed it to agitated, which would be about right) living. Dementia though means my MIL its not rational - though I don't think she ever really was.

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    1. Stay tuned. Our mother is still "competent"—but was she ever?

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  4. Wow your dad was home alone for three months with dementia?

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  5. Sticking postage stamps on wine bottles....

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