Chapter 406 - Return to the Grind
One morning I heard her tell a care lady from Wild Dog "We had my sister's daughter here ....."; as she paused puzzled I said "You mean our Grand Daughter dear". Lately her guttural humming happens only occasionally. One day, while sitting on the toilet, she said, as I was about to help her off, "My head is spinning, I'm moving backwards & forwards". This continued for quite awhile, she was too scared to be man handled back onto the wheel chair. Each morning she seems eager to show the care ladies her sewing efforts and I suspect some see the same object repeatedly.
I think I absent mindedly failed to take her to respite last Wednesday or perhaps it wasn't on, but yesterday my blood pressure was low, I felt light headed, not keen to drive the car but prepared to take her to Wild Dog. Anyway, her tummy was a little upset, so I had her ring to cancel.
A few days ago our brand new "Sara Stedy" transport machine was delivered and the poorer quality hired device was collected. We are both much happier with "Sara", better brakes, larger wheels, slightly wider (which she sees as a positive), more robust front leg spreading mechanism, and oh, 50% higher price. Although transfers by Sara from commode (after showering) to bed to dress, pulling up her trousers while standing on Sara, then to the wheel chair which is waiting with locked wheels near the kitchen happen like clockwork, later in the day she objects to Sara transfers from wheel chair to toilet, and especially when performing the number of tasks on going to bed, although I'm hopeful she is becoming more at ease with it, for I notice a lessening of my hip pain the more Sara is used.
She has me regularly cut the roses as they bloom (I had been doing so to bring flowers inside to her) and now she has decided, as the blooms fail after a few days, to trim the stems so that I can poke the pieces into the garden, hoping they will strike. Perhaps they will.
I completed reading our neighbour author's book "Dementia Does Hurt", a very practical book of advice by someone who's career was that of carer in a nursing home, and now has the same duties 24/7 in her own home. My tolerance for the minor challenges I face has improved for the reading.
I think I absent mindedly failed to take her to respite last Wednesday or perhaps it wasn't on, but yesterday my blood pressure was low, I felt light headed, not keen to drive the car but prepared to take her to Wild Dog. Anyway, her tummy was a little upset, so I had her ring to cancel.
A few days ago our brand new "Sara Stedy" transport machine was delivered and the poorer quality hired device was collected. We are both much happier with "Sara", better brakes, larger wheels, slightly wider (which she sees as a positive), more robust front leg spreading mechanism, and oh, 50% higher price. Although transfers by Sara from commode (after showering) to bed to dress, pulling up her trousers while standing on Sara, then to the wheel chair which is waiting with locked wheels near the kitchen happen like clockwork, later in the day she objects to Sara transfers from wheel chair to toilet, and especially when performing the number of tasks on going to bed, although I'm hopeful she is becoming more at ease with it, for I notice a lessening of my hip pain the more Sara is used.
She has me regularly cut the roses as they bloom (I had been doing so to bring flowers inside to her) and now she has decided, as the blooms fail after a few days, to trim the stems so that I can poke the pieces into the garden, hoping they will strike. Perhaps they will.
I completed reading our neighbour author's book "Dementia Does Hurt", a very practical book of advice by someone who's career was that of carer in a nursing home, and now has the same duties 24/7 in her own home. My tolerance for the minor challenges I face has improved for the reading.
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