If you're following my crazy life ... after a lousy night's sleep, I get up, get dressed and check - mom hasn't opened her bedroom door. Great. She tells me she's up at 5 or 6 every day and today, no sounds. Finally around 830 I can hear her moving around. Whew.
Then she tells me that she decided to take one and a half pills of her Tramadol this morning. "I thought we talked about taking a extra pill at lunch time" (to get her through the rough afternoons. ) Well she made decisions on her own.
On top of that, she wandered around all morning seemingly fine. But when I sat down in the living room, she went to her room and came out with her cane, little moans escaping as she moved around.
Then she asked when I was going to get her some dulcolax at the store. At the same time, she asks if its going to be hot, because she wants to bake cookies. For reals?????
At this point, the thought that crosses my mind is could I just drive away and never be found again?? I know, not possible, but sheesh.
Its probably time to find a social worker to help us muddle through all of this. Because, frankly, I am out of my element and feeling a little lost.
No comments:
Post a Comment