My mom has been having difficulty with using her iPad, but today she did convey via messenger that …well, we couldn’t figure out what she was telling us, between her typing, spell correct, and lack of context.
I called, and she ping ponged between fine and not-fine emotionally and cognitively. Her AL is reinforcing a standing rule, which is for residents to leave their walkers outside the dining room when they come for meals. (It’s a little dining room, the walkers are a safety hazard, aides are there to help). She is distressed about this for no particular reason. In a 20 minute conversation I also heard about how great the housekeeper is, and he doesn’t get paid enough, so she put her only $5 in an envelope and snuck it into his work cart. (Local gives her cash, but not much, because she has taken to doing this). Also related that the town concert in the park was wonderful but she cried because Preferred and my SIL “must have spent hours figuring out how to get me there and they are so busy”. This is very much not true on all accounts.
She then told me she figured out why her foot hurt so much. It hurt? Tell me more. It has hurt “for awhile now” so she took off her shoes and socks and discovered her right big toe has lost the toenail. Or maybe it has shattered. She was unclear, and crying, because she correctly knew I would let the AL know that someone needs to look at her foot. (And I have done so). We went around about how that 's what the staff is there for, she can blame me, etc… Her hip hurts again and she wants to see the hip doctor, she has a special one, I reminded her that yes, she sees that doctor again in July. (She’s gonna need another shot in her hip, which she did not like). She could ask for an afternoon dose of Tramadol but refuses to “bother” the staff. And also, she keeps being woken up by someone calling on the phone and telling her it is time for breakfast. Mom, I said, that’s a dream, it isn’t real. Yeah, she says, the girls (her staff) say that too.
My inlaws called to say, among other things, that my MIL ran over a curb, blew the tire, and had to be towed and rescued. FIL is astonished that the tire place will not sell him one tire, and that the tires on the car are so old they are discontinued. My inlaws spend a few afternoons a week at a nearby smallish lake, bench sitting, but FIL announced that he has been talking to the people there about…buying a pontoon boat. DH says Dad, you can rent those at This Lake, why buy one? Also, the drought has beached most watercraft. FIL is sure this is a fine idea (but hasn’t bought one yet, to be fair). He turned 85 this week.
How is everyone else holding up?