Moms not doing well.
She looks like poo, and feels even worse.
I spent time with her last night after work.......and was over there for several hours today, after my nurses meeting, convincing mom to take her antibiotic.
I want to take tomorrow off work to be with her.
I thought taking the family medical leave would make it easier to miss work to be with her.....................it doesn't. I'm still afraid to take days off...........and I still feel torn between my responsibilities.....................
Sister just text me and said mom snuck and flushed her antibiotics. I wanted to scream, and then cry.................until I thought about it and knew her and mom were playing...............................and they were playing....................................sister said mom is feeling a little better......................................................then they text me and said I was adopted. I responded "thank God!"
I'm going to bed.
Good night, Billy.
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Did I just enter a soap opera? Cuz I'm not sure what to make of this.
I'm wondering how mom feels about her status, does she want to try to keep going on or just let it all go?
Living gets old you know, some folks just don't feel like fighting on anymore even if others want them to.
Who needs to let go, you or mom?
Good night, Jane.
She's tired, Billy. She's back and forth I think between wanting medical treatment and not wanting it......but even when she wants treatment she has set limits on what she allows........no surgeries,nothing invasive.....no more specialists except for cardiologist...no heroics if her heart stops.
She sought treatment for her urinary tract infection......now the infection had made her loopy......we're just trying to help her follow through on the treatment she asked for.
I'm trying to come to terms with the inevitable....trying to let go......and always trying to respect her wishes.
It's a difficult road to go down, trying to honor what they want and letting go yourself. Other than dealing with pain, that doctors can help with I think that most old folks just get to where they don't want to keep up the fight
Of course there is always a chance a doctor will prescribe the wrong thing or things and help kill them, not that they mean to, but it does happen.
Hell, have some dessert.
I keep some .50 caliber pain pills handy. They'll say I died of lead poisoning.
Hahahahahaha
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