sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Am So Going To Hell I Am So Going to Hell So lately, I�ve been waiting til Mom gets her morphine shots, so that we can have amusing conversations such as the following:
Me: �Ummm, what floor lamp?� [There is no floor lamp in her room} Mom: �You know, the one I got at the auction, to go with that chair [That chair being the recliner in the hospital room]. Mom: �Are you going to put that in your journal?�
Mom: �The whiteboard keeps moving.� Me: �What whiteboard?� Mom: �The one on that wall.� [There is no white board on the wall she�s looking at} Me: �What does the whiteboard say?� Mom: �Flapjacks!�
Mom: �I want some water.� Me: �Okay, hold on a sec, I�ll get you some.� Mom: �You can�t, the Roof People won�t let me have any.�
Yesterday mom and I got in the first argument since the Ribs vs. Bathtub incident, and I�m sure I should have been more of a pinnacle of patience and understanding, but when she complained that I had not made a phone call for her, and it had been three days since she asked, and what was wrong with me, I just blew up. I have been at the hospital all day and night, except when I am running errands for her at lunchtime. I�m exhausted, I spend all day doing things for her, I�ve been getting up early every morning, which is enough to make my non morning-person ass cranky, and not getting home until it is too late to make phone calls. I�m checking her email and phone messages. Returning phone calls and emails. Sending out her newsletter. Squeaking in just barely enough time for my own business. Having her complain was the last straw. I�m going to try and get more sleep, and take more time for myself while I can, so that I�m not the Cranky Caregiver From Below Hell when mom comes home. 12:38 p.m. - December 14, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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