Got to my folks and things were falling apart. My mom's short term memory is basically gone and she was overdosing on her meds because she didn't remember she was taking them. I did a little online research and sat here for two days and watched her abuse herself, and my dad did not have the strength to resist. So I stepped it. I called poison control and they told me she needed to be hospitalized. I called 911 and had them take her to the hospital. I didn't even really ask my dad, I just did it.
Once there they did some tests and it turns out a fall she took about 2 or 3 weeks ago has given her a compound fracture of one of her vertebra (sp?) no wonder her back hurt. She complains so much, no one really listens anymore. I have convinced my dad that she just can't come home. We have appointments with some nursing facilities in the next few days. I suppose if we don't get her out of the hospital and into the facility by Saturday, I will have to stay and make sure that transition happens.
She is one feisty old broad. I'm not sure whether it's her personality or the meds, but she is not a nice person to be around. I feel awful. She also has lost all sense of modesty. I can tell you, I've seen things this week I never wanted to see.
I wanted this week to be a reprieve from the stress and unhappiness at home, and this is what I got. Pray for me. =(
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Jodi,
We went through the slow decline with my mother. I think the hardest part was when I had to start making decisions for her. What a sad feeling.
See you soon,
Ken
Jodi,
Good for you. Ran and I are really feeling empathetic right now. We got my folks moved the Kennewick last week. We had thought it might never happen after looking at over 40 houses and spending the last three weekends helping them pack, even though Mayflower was comint to move them!! Mom does not really attempt to be safe with her neuropathies and insists on trying to lift boxes or furniture she and her bladder cannot tolerate. Dad's spinal stenosis has now become so painful the pills do not work and his patience is virtually non-existant, so he then "crashes" and falls asleep in a chair, which makes Mom mad because "he just sits around". We hope after the neurosurgeon appts. this week there may be some hope. In the meantime, the arguing (I had almost forgotten how dirty they fight)is incredible. So... I am learning to "pray without ceasing". I hope you can feel our support across the miles.
Janna
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