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Mar 19 -- Springfield Retirement Castle
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Starting the day out with ambition, ending feeling like the day kicked my ass, then jumped up and down on it for a special bonus.
Actually, I did get a lot done -- set up appointments, arranged for transportation to those appointments, tried to figure out the difference between CAT scans, MRIs and X-rays, updated calendars and so on. The community social worker dropped by because she'd heard that Mom was doing badly again so she got an earful. Talking to her, I realized that caring for Mom this trip has been much harder than my other stints here in the Springfield Retirement Castle-- she's in constant, acute pain, and much more distressed about it than other times, especially because until her back went out, she was steadily improving to the point she could be on her own, get about on her own, manage a trip out to shop at Wegman's, et cetera. And then, boom, (or rather, CRACK!) and she's on the DL again.
At times, I've had trouble getting her to take Tylenol "What good will it do me?" she says. Which, you know, like chucking a snowball at a T. Rex, but at least it does something. The doctor doesn't want to give her something narcotics-based because of the falling danger, which given that she's frail to start with is probably smart.
However, my steady urging of him got her a prescription for generic Ambien, which she is to take a half-pill before bedtime, so this morning she reports that she slept deep and well, which has to be the first time in days. I hope that means with the relaxing of muscles and subsequent reduction in pain.
Last night I didn't get to watch Supernatural because it turns out that the local WB played a movie instead! What are they thinking? I also didn't get to watch the Daily Show or Obama appearing on Leno, as we all collapsed around 10 last night -- my brother was staying over so that he could go to a forensic evidence storage course. He got a small prize yesterday for being the quickest with the correct answer. The teacher asked "Why do we keep all this stuff?" and he raised his hand first. "Fear," he said, and then explicated "We're afraid that sometime, somehow, all of it will be needed."
Given how many legal cases have depended on evidence gathered from years back, he's not wrong. Since he's had to stop doing on the street policing due to his neck and back problems, he's found a police speciality that he's good at, is deeply interested in, and knows is useful.
Finally, this morning when I woke up, and looked out the window -- SNOW?! Just a bare dusting, but, given this is The First Day Of S P R I N G, how ironic. It is, however, melting rapidly, so I hold out hope, even if yesterday I was walking outside with just a thin sweater over my t-shirt.
- 07:07 ...has decided that today is the day she DEALS WITH things #
- 07:08 Listening to: The Stooges - 1970 tinyurl.com/cvc6k9 #
- 11:59 On my fifth or so medical-related call of the day, on Mom's behalf. #
- 12:34 I really suck as a caretaker, I've concluded. #
- 19:12 brother arrived, ally in the Fight of Mom's Health. Us vs. Her & Her Depression. #
- 19:14 Looking at: A Tribute to Space Bat - Neatorama tinyurl.com/d69vyu #
- 06:10 OK... who ordered SNOW for the first day of spring? #
Starting the day out with ambition, ending feeling like the day kicked my ass, then jumped up and down on it for a special bonus.
Actually, I did get a lot done -- set up appointments, arranged for transportation to those appointments, tried to figure out the difference between CAT scans, MRIs and X-rays, updated calendars and so on. The community social worker dropped by because she'd heard that Mom was doing badly again so she got an earful. Talking to her, I realized that caring for Mom this trip has been much harder than my other stints here in the Springfield Retirement Castle-- she's in constant, acute pain, and much more distressed about it than other times, especially because until her back went out, she was steadily improving to the point she could be on her own, get about on her own, manage a trip out to shop at Wegman's, et cetera. And then, boom, (or rather, CRACK!) and she's on the DL again.
At times, I've had trouble getting her to take Tylenol "What good will it do me?" she says. Which, you know, like chucking a snowball at a T. Rex, but at least it does something. The doctor doesn't want to give her something narcotics-based because of the falling danger, which given that she's frail to start with is probably smart.
However, my steady urging of him got her a prescription for generic Ambien, which she is to take a half-pill before bedtime, so this morning she reports that she slept deep and well, which has to be the first time in days. I hope that means with the relaxing of muscles and subsequent reduction in pain.
Last night I didn't get to watch Supernatural because it turns out that the local WB played a movie instead! What are they thinking? I also didn't get to watch the Daily Show or Obama appearing on Leno, as we all collapsed around 10 last night -- my brother was staying over so that he could go to a forensic evidence storage course. He got a small prize yesterday for being the quickest with the correct answer. The teacher asked "Why do we keep all this stuff?" and he raised his hand first. "Fear," he said, and then explicated "We're afraid that sometime, somehow, all of it will be needed."
Given how many legal cases have depended on evidence gathered from years back, he's not wrong. Since he's had to stop doing on the street policing due to his neck and back problems, he's found a police speciality that he's good at, is deeply interested in, and knows is useful.
Finally, this morning when I woke up, and looked out the window -- SNOW?! Just a bare dusting, but, given this is The First Day Of S P R I N G, how ironic. It is, however, melting rapidly, so I hold out hope, even if yesterday I was walking outside with just a thin sweater over my t-shirt.
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