Bad week

It has been a week of pain and vomiting and complaints and I have not been able to resolve anything.

It started with mum throwing up on the transport on the way home from her day centre. Not unusual.  This was Tuesday.  She got some opiod patches from the GP on Wednesday for the pain and was fine, but the following day threw up on the transport home. We put it down to the heat and travel sickness, but she continued to feel ill on Friday and vomited again in the evening.  So now I didn’t know if it was the medication!

I tried taking one of the patches off (the GP said we could use two if necessary) but had to put it back on again in the end (with the help of some surgical tape) as she complained the pain was too bad.  The pain eventually did subside, but mum was not happy as I was reluctant to give her anything else for the pain.

Now she feels dizzy as well as sick, but at least the vomiting appears to have stopped.

 

The whole week has been a strain.  She clearly doesn’t know where to put herself and is no doubt getting anxious as I am going away in a couple of weeks.  She has been calling me in the night, complaining that none of the buzzers or phone works, called the watch alarm people out because the carer was a bit late and has been generally unhappy.  She said she doesn’t want to be a nuisance but wants someone with her all the time, which just isn’t possible.  Even in the Residential Home that didn’t happen, though she now thinks that was wonderful – short memory!  I can’t do any more than I am.  In the end, I gave in and gave her two paracetamol, two phenergan (for the sickness) and two senna tablets (for the constipation) on top of her medication last night and she seemed to have slept through – unless she has died…..I am too frightened to look!  Or I just didn’t hear her from exhaustion…I will find out in a minute 😦

 

Reminiscing

Had a really nice evening with mum tonight, reminiscing about old times, childhood friends, past family members, family holidays, work and the life she used to live.  It was so nice sharing memories and just having a chat.

Over the past few years I have been so angry with her for growing old and for not making more of an effort to keep active.  I was forever complaining that if she sat in her chair all day she would lose her mobility, which of course she did.  So I considered myself lucky to have been given an opportunity to  restore our friendship.

Over the last few weeks I have actually had a serious shift in perspective.  Seeing mum so vulnerable and dependent after her stroke came as a huge shock.  No one should ever be in that position, being totally reliant on others, tube fed, suffering from frightening bouts of paranoia and confusion and worried about your future. Plus one of the worse things about getting old is that you lose most of your friends, so there are very few people left who remember the real you.

I wonder if my anger with her was all part of a grief process – knowing that I was losing the mum that I wanted her to be and fearing the role swap?