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Last August we sisters had to find a place for step-Mom because she was falling a lot. She was confused and unhappy with her life. She complained loudly about me embarrassing her by wearing "That ugly watch band". It was taking up to 1 1/2 hours to get her out of the car. 

At the group home she liked the caregivers, but hated her life. She complained that every time she started to get out of bed or chair someone came to help. She said, "I hate my life. I want to drive to where I want to go, to go where I want without help."

Unfortunately she had been falling at least once a day. She never fell againg in the home, but still the dementia progressed. The head caregiver set up a meeting with an RN from hospice. We agreed. Along with helping her be comfortable they relieved us of having to buy diapers and such because that hospice provided such items. It was not easy, but better. You and Hubby need help. I don't think it possible to keep her safe at all times. Hospice is an amazingly wonderful program. 

OK: Some of you already read of the gift my Dad gave me when he was a hospice patient. He was in his right mind dying of cancer. He has signed himself into home hospice. Step-Mom was his official caregiver. That was fine when he could still walk, but the bone mets were climbing up his spinal cord and he lost the ability to walk.

One night when I left a registry day shift I had a message from my sister. (not the nurse sister, the administrative assistant sister) She said, "We need you. This is an emergency. Step-Mom is going nuts and Dad can't calm her down."

The emergency was a "code brown" in a king size bed. Step-Mom was alert, oriented, and stressed. Daddy said, "I can't convince her it is OK to wait until you get here". Step-Mom poured herself a class of Brandy on ice.

So I got him cleaned up and sheets changed with layers of pads under him.

My Dad was a professional trumpet player who taught Jr. High music and played in bands until we girls were grown. Then our Mommy convinced him to leave the steady job and try working as a studio musician. He was also a very modest man, who never hung out in his underwear like some our friends fathers did. If you watch TV or movies I'm pretty sure you have heard his horn in "Theme from The Waltons", or the sound tracks for the Rocky, Star Trek, and many other movies.

After I promised to stay and they relaxed step-Mom said to me, "It must be very difficult to do such an embarrassing thing to your own father."

Daddy gifted my by saying, "No. She is a professional. To her it is like me practicing scales." 💗

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Oh, and hello all!

I was feeling super down last night. First, the less than good news that one of my pacer wires wasn't quite right, and then second, my new supervisor (that I adore) has been put on corrective action. Apparently a couple of snarky co-workers complained, and her probation has been extended. One of the people who complained was the crazy coworker, so now gloves are off. I will be reporting every mistake she makes, instead of just letting it go and fixing it myself. Whew, that felt good to say. 

Tweety, I am in a firey mood, so I will be happy to talk to whom ever thinks you don't do enough as charge. You can deliver excellent care to  a full load on the floor, or you can be the world's best  charge and be able to help on the floor. You can't do both. But perhaps they would be willing to pay you for two people's jobs if they expect you to do them at the same time.

Stars, take care of YOURSELF!! At this rate, both you and dh will be hospitalized and then where will Mizz Thing be, eh? 

So NurseBlaq, what part of the country are you in? I find everyone's weather check-ins fascinating, because I like to visualize what is going on around the country/world. Not prying, just curious. 

I have to brag, that our weather is just about perfect. Sunny, mid 70s, light breeze. 

Steph, after I swing by Stars' house and give them a respite, I will come over to you and take call for a weekend, okay?

Ted, the motto at our house is : Happy Wife, Happy Life, 😂. 

bye

 

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I am not allowed to click on any more "Likes" today, but please know I appreciate your posts. 

If I had my way, Nannie would'v been in lock-up 2 weeks ago. This AM we took her back to the Ortho place and the cast guy was astonished she'd managed to get the cast off herself in 3 hours time.

 He had two options: replace the same cast more securely and wrap it in an ace to give her something else to pick at. He said if he put on a fiberglass cast, she'd pull all the cotton out and the fiberglass would rub against her skin. So, with the choice of either the 'locked' brace replaced or a cast... We're trying the locked brace again. They charged her $293 for this appt to reapply the same brace.

All the way home she bragged on the cast guy, saying her hand didn't even hurt. We were home 5 minutes and she'd begun picking. Hubby said to her, "That's right, take it off again, and you can pay another $293 to have it put right back on." She told him to quit "threatening" her!

Hubby is so stressed, but he denies any pain. Nannie was napping briefly but popped wide awake saying how cute the cast guy , and then said "listen to ________over in that chair, snoring away.  I said, "He's exhausted." ...She wondered, "Why is he so tired? from what?" ......I had to say it: "YOU."

I'm thinking he's going to have to get himself psyched  to start making the calls...which, I'm guessing will probably be Monday. smh.

I go to PT tomorrow at 1:45 PM tomorrow. I am SO incredibly p.o.'d that I am almost back at square one with this lower back and hip pain. I really was hoping the PT would give me some good results; I did the set of 4 stretching exercises the afternoon of my first AM PT appt; then again the next AM. Then, mid-day was 'the episode'.

I have just erased the last paragraph. Whatever you think I might've said, you're probably right.

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1 hour ago, herring_RN said:

Last August we sisters had to find a place for step-Mom because she was falling a lot. She was confused and unhappy with her life. She complained loudly about me embarrassing her by wearing "That ugly watch band". It was taking up to 1 1/2 hours to get her out of the car. 

At the group home she liked the caregivers, but hated her life. She complained that every time she started to get out of bed or chair someone came to help. She said, "I hate my life. I want to drive to where I want to go, to go where I want without help."

Unfortunately she had been falling at least once a day. She never fell againg in the home, but still the dementia progressed. The head caregiver set up a meeting with an RN from hospice. We agreed. Along with helping her be comfortable they relieved us of having to buy diapers and such because that hospice provided such items. It was not easy, but better. You and Hubby need help. I don't think it possible to keep her safe at all times. Hospice is an amazingly wonderful program. 

OK: Some of you already read of the gift my Dad gave me when he was a hospice patient. He was in his right mind dying of cancer. He has signed himself into home hospice. Step-Mom was his official caregiver. That was fine when he could still walk, but the bone mets were climbing up his spinal cord and he lost the ability to walk.

One night when I left a registry day shift I had a message from my sister. (not the nurse sister, the administrative assistant sister) She said, "We need you. This is an emergency. Step-Mom is going nuts and Dad can't calm her down."

The emergency was a "code brown" in a king size bed. Step-Mom was alert, oriented, and stressed. Daddy said, "I can't convince her it is OK to wait until you get here". Step-Mom poured herself a class of Brandy on ice.

So I got him cleaned up and sheets changed with layers of pads under him.

My Dad was a professional trumpet player who taught Jr. High music and played in bands until we girls were grown. Then our Mommy convinced him to leave the steady job and try working as a studio musician. He was also a very modest man, who never hung out in his underwear like some our friends fathers did. If you watch TV or movies I'm pretty sure you have heard his horn in "Theme from The Waltons", or the sound tracks for the Rocky, Star Trek, and many other movies.

After I promised to stay and they relaxed step-Mom said to me, "It must be very difficult to do such an embarrassing thing to your own father."

Daddy gifted my by saying, "No. She is a professional. To her it is like me practicing scales." 💗

I'm out of likes to give today but "hugs" ❤️

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1 hour ago, nursej22 said:

So NurseBlaq, what part of the country are you in? I find everyone's weather check-ins fascinating, because I like to visualize what is going on around the country/world. Not prying, just curious. 

I have to brag, that our weather is just about perfect. Sunny, mid 70s, light breeze. 

 

Down south and it's super hot! But then again, I'm originally from OH so you know what it's like when us lake effect snow folks move to the hot south. Add in my thyroid issues and it's a mess. 😂

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4 hours ago, herring_RN said:

OK: Some of you already read of the gift my Dad gave me when he was a hospice patient. He was in his right mind dying of cancer. He has signed himself into home hospice. Step-Mom was his official caregiver. That was fine when he could still walk, but the bone mets were climbing up his spinal cord and he lost the ability to walk.

One night when I left a registry day shift I had a message from my sister. (not the nurse sister, the administrative assistant sister) She said, "We need you. This is an emergency. Step-Mom is going nuts and Dad can't calm her down."

The emergency was a "code brown" in a king size bed. Step-Mom was alert, oriented, and stressed. Daddy said, "I can't convince her it is OK to wait until you get here". Step-Mom poured herself a class of Brandy on ice.

So I got him cleaned up and sheets changed with layers of pads under him.

My Dad was a professional trumpet player who taught Jr. High music and played in bands until we girls were grown. Then our Mommy convinced him to leave the steady job and try working as a studio musician. He was also a very modest man, who never hung out in his underwear like some our friends fathers did. If you watch TV or movies I'm pretty sure you have heard his horn in "Theme from The Waltons", or the sound tracks for the Rocky, Star Trek, and many other movies.

After I promised to stay and they relaxed step-Mom said to me, "It must be very difficult to do such an embarrassing thing to your own father."

Daddy gifted my by saying, "No. She is a professional. To her it is like me practicing scales." 💗

For newer members I want to tell you my Daddy died in 1998.

Step-Mom Died this April 2019.

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NSIME - (((Hugs))) It's tough. (((Hugs)))

My father's last several months of his life were tough, witnessing the stark decline, dealing with near-falls, the cleaning, the clothing, the feeding, supporting the declining mind. It seems that many of us are at the age of our lives in supporting our parents and frail family members. It's exhausting. It's heart-breaking. It's back-breaking! It's tough. Hospice gave a nice measure of respite. Sharing the "chores" - "taking turns" - was important too.

Me??? I'd do it all again. He was my Dad, who died while I cradled him, just a few months ago. She was my Mom, who died 6+ years ago in my home. I'd do it for my loving wife. I do not know if I would do it for anyone else (outside of work).  

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7 hours ago, nursej22 said:

Oh, and hello all!

I was feeling super down last night. First, the less than good news that one of my pacer wires wasn't quite right, and then second, my new supervisor (that I adore) has been put on corrective action. Apparently a couple of snarky co-workers complained, and her probation has been extended. One of the people who complained was the crazy coworker, so now gloves are off. I will be reporting every mistake she makes, instead of just letting it go and fixing it myself. Whew, that felt good to say. 

Tweety, I am in a firey mood, so I will be happy to talk to whom ever thinks you don't do enough as charge. You can deliver excellent care to  a full load on the floor, or you can be the world's best  charge and be able to help on the floor. You can't do both. But perhaps they would be willing to pay you for two people's jobs if they expect you to do them at the same time.

Stars, take care of YOURSELF!! At this rate, both you and dh will be hospitalized and then where will Mizz Thing be, eh? 

So NurseBlaq, what part of the country are you in? I find everyone's weather check-ins fascinating, because I like to visualize what is going on around the country/world. Not prying, just curious. 

I have to brag, that our weather is just about perfect. Sunny, mid 70s, light breeze. 

Steph, after I swing by Stars' house and give them a respite, I will come over to you and take call for a weekend, okay?

Ted, the motto at our house is : Happy Wife, Happy Life, 😂. 

bye

 

A fiery nurse!  Love it! 

I have met more than a few of the AN members here on the West Coast.  I've yet to meet herring or Dianah even though we live in the same state.  It really is fun to finally meet someone you've been chatting with for a long time, in person.

I'm tired and hot. Temps reached to the high 90's today. We have road work being done here and the traffic is backed way up and down the mountain so even though I only saw one patient, it took awhile.  I'm sleep-deprived due to my 03 wake-up this morning.  Insomnia monster is just mean. 🤨

I'm off call this evening so will take Mr. Ambien and go to bed early.  No fluids after 6 p.m. so I don't have to get up and pee like this morning at 03.

I hope everyone has a good evening. 

Sunset a couple of nights ago as we left the ranch. 

 

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7 hours ago, herring_RN said:

For newer members I want to tell you my Daddy died in 1998.

Step-Mom Died this April 2019.

Condolences.

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