Of all things, mama decided that going home in the shape she's in would not only endanger she and daddy, but all the rest of us who are involved because seriously? I'm on the verge of a total meltdown. Being a healthcare proxy is a huge responsibility, and one that most people don't even consider choosing until it's too late. We could have done IVs and had sporadic PT down the road but the whole thing is like a house of cards getting ready to collapse. My brother and I repeatedly suggested that assisted living would probably be a nice thing for them but
they daddy refused to budge from the farm. It's not even as if he can get outside the box and enjoy the history of this place because he's glued to the damned teevee. I kid you not...he called a cab to take him to the hospital to visit mom between the departure of Ms. Faye and the 4PM news. He gave me a heads up and I scurried on down there to pick him up. He met me halfway on the gator.
When we got ready to leave (which didn't last long) he kissed her and looked all worried because she's the one who has taken care of him for 58 years and he misses her. On the way back home, he recited to me every move he will make between now and tomorrow afternoon. Next time, he can take a cab! How romantic :) She's getting some blood now because 10 days in the hospital for a 78 year old with doctors chomping at the bit to meet quota means she's about a quart low.
The pups got wormed today, well two of 'em anyway. The other one is hiding under the steps so we'll have to figure out which one got the cheese. In our spare time of course.
^j^
Sigh....
ReplyDeleteAnd tomorrow is another day. The sun will rise and he will still be the same. It's a stress you don't need along with everything else you have to deal with, but I know that for all the times he looked the other way and the times he didn't you will put up with it.
Hugs and prayers.