Have not been blogging for a while. It has been full on since mum had to go into hospital after her fifth fall!! Amazing no broken bones. They kept her in for a whole week. Took so much blood she looked like a bruised pin cushion. She had scans and xrays and the final conclusion. She has a long term urine infection.
Hmmmm could have told them that weeks ago.
Anyway having been seen by physiotherapists and occupational therapists the thoughts were that mum needed a rehabilitation place on discharge from hospital. This would of course be in a care home and my mum really hates the thoughts of a care home.
So with agreement we moved the single bed downstairs and had access to the downstairs toilet (commode in the small room off the kitchen). She continued to use her zimmer frame given after the 2nd fall and we were able to cope.
It did take her a while to come round from the experience of hospitalization. The worst bit for me was catching a nurse feeding my mum. My mum has never needed feeding as yet. It felt like a blow. How easy it is to get institutionalised. Needless to say my mum has fed herself since she came home.
Yes, she is still a bit wobbly on her legs but with the help of a physiotherapist who is coming to the home to do exercises – my mum has moved on from the zimmer to a walking stick.
I cannot claim that she enjoys the experience of exercise but she does do them with encouragement.
We also attended the memory clinic which ended up being a long three hour assessment of my mums ability to recall stuff. But I am glad they took their time to get to know my mum and understand her character. Sadly, the diagnosis of vascular dementia was not a surprise to me. But now we know what we are dealing with.
The thing that is becoming most difficult is the night times. Although we have the commode upstairs, so long wobbly trips to the loo are now unnecessary at night, the broken sleep is taking its toll. My mum can actually get out of bed herself and get back in, but it has become a habit to call me. I think she just needs reassurance that I am there. But it is killing me.
I have had one night away in a hotel that was really divine. But really can’t afford to do that too often. Next week I am going away again and my brother and his wife will be on duty. I am staying at a friends so this will be a cheap getaway. Have agreed that I need at least one day and night as a day off if I am to continue to care like I am.
I have found a great support person for me. She comes and visits every couple of weeks. It is lovely to be able to emotionally vomit all over her, turn the page and go back to caring for my mum.
Oh, we now have a stairlift and ‘care on call’ pendant. Both of which are causing my mum some anxiety but over time I think will be very useful for her care.
Onwards and upwards.