Albedo of Celeste
Jan. 15th, 2018 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI keep saying "I'm never going to do THAT again!" And then I do it anyway. Story of my life . . . . In this case, the thing I was planning never to do again was drive home in a snowstorm. But I just did. We drove to my mother's place on Sunday, and it was all clear. We spent some time with Mr. Science in a coffee shop while Mother was napping. We also got a chance to see Deb and the Prussian while Mr. Science was having an early dinner with Mother before he drove to Kalamazoo for an event Ms. Science was involved in. After dinner, I succeeded in getting Mother to pick out some new nightgowns and a bathrobe from a catalog the Duchess had brought over for her before the recent crisis. This was a long process that took over an hour.
This morning, the Sparrowhawk and I came over as soon as Mother was done with breakfast. I reentered the catalog items in my computer and ordered them so there would be no more fussing around with envelopes, postage and whatnot. We made sure she was ready for the care conference with the social worker, care supervisor, activities director, and physical therapist. We had our own flash mob--Mr. Science, the Duchess, the Sparrowhawk, and me, with Queenie on the speakerphone. I doubt this assisted care place is used to such a level of scrutiny and concern. My sibs kind of drive me crazy, because, in their anxiety, they demand a level of care that no place is going to be able to provide, but on the other hand, they leave the staff in no doubt someone is watching. We have what I think is a good plan going forward. The Duchess is taking Mother to her PCP on Wednesday and perhaps the doc can suggest some other things that need to be done.
After the conference, we had lunch with Mother and took care of a few more things for her, and then left--Mr. Science had to drive to Pittsburgh, which I do not envy because the storm was moving that way. Of course, that didn't stop the weather system from also deploying a big blue blotch right over I-96 that accompanied us all the way. It was supposedly going to move on, but it never did. The most annoying thing was that the weather reports kept calling it "light snow." I guess they never looked out the window.
I was feeling relieved to be home and relieved that Mother seemed to be much more herself. However, when I called her tonight to let her know we were home, she was disturbingly confused again. My heart sank. With everything we try to do . . . we can't stop this process. Well, I'm home anyway.
This morning, the Sparrowhawk and I came over as soon as Mother was done with breakfast. I reentered the catalog items in my computer and ordered them so there would be no more fussing around with envelopes, postage and whatnot. We made sure she was ready for the care conference with the social worker, care supervisor, activities director, and physical therapist. We had our own flash mob--Mr. Science, the Duchess, the Sparrowhawk, and me, with Queenie on the speakerphone. I doubt this assisted care place is used to such a level of scrutiny and concern. My sibs kind of drive me crazy, because, in their anxiety, they demand a level of care that no place is going to be able to provide, but on the other hand, they leave the staff in no doubt someone is watching. We have what I think is a good plan going forward. The Duchess is taking Mother to her PCP on Wednesday and perhaps the doc can suggest some other things that need to be done.
After the conference, we had lunch with Mother and took care of a few more things for her, and then left--Mr. Science had to drive to Pittsburgh, which I do not envy because the storm was moving that way. Of course, that didn't stop the weather system from also deploying a big blue blotch right over I-96 that accompanied us all the way. It was supposedly going to move on, but it never did. The most annoying thing was that the weather reports kept calling it "light snow." I guess they never looked out the window.
I was feeling relieved to be home and relieved that Mother seemed to be much more herself. However, when I called her tonight to let her know we were home, she was disturbingly confused again. My heart sank. With everything we try to do . . . we can't stop this process. Well, I'm home anyway.
you do what needs done
Date: 2018-01-16 06:25 am (UTC)it's a kind of courage and devotion not everybody can do.
i wish you serenity.