Deb I think it is an epidemic. I am feeling so grumpy today. I got so angry at my hubby today when I was going through my coupons........I ended up throwing about 50 paper coupons across the table and half of them landed on the floor. I told him "I have to get out of this house"........grabbed my keys and went to the pharmacy to pick up his meds. Of course, the 45 minutes I was gone I worried about what I would find when I went back home. Rightfully so, the puppy had chewed up all of the coupons that were on the floor. My hubby was stripped of clothing.......lying in bed. He said " I have bad news and good news." His bad news was he got his pants all wet when he tried to empty his leg bag. The good news.....he washed himself up.

FYI..........it was the full moon last night. As a nurse for 27 years......there is some truth that craziness happens during the full moon so maybe all of us are grumpy pants because of that!

I totally believe the full moon brings out all the kooks and turns
borderline people into lunatics.

I need a change in glasses, so I thought I'd better get out and get then while I can still leave my husband alone. It's a good idea for other health issues you might have. I only leave him for an hour or so, because he get very worried, and anxious when I am gone.

When they reach that point when we can only escape for an hour or so.. we become very gifted shoppers.. errand runners etc.

I am still in that mode.. I still zoom around like my tail is on fire.

One day I hope to slow down and just poke my way through a store instead of the 100 yard dash.

Oh my God, Deborah! I was wondering why my mom keeps saying: Che fare mo? Which translated in English means what are we going to do now? Why do you think they say that? I wish I could go inside their mind and figure it out!
I felt just like you just before my mom went to the nursing home. I could not go anywhere. She would follow me in the bathrm. I could not go to the bathroom without asking her can I go. At night I woke her up at 1 and then again at 5 to make her go to the toilet. I even tried to limit the time she ate, so she would not pee 10 times at night.
I know how you feel! Everybody tells me: "you must be patient" They don,t have to live with them. They do not know what it is like!
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIEND. I feel your frustration!
pina

yes,people says the silliest things...be patient (like maybe you thought being impatient was a great idea?)

go with the flow (sometimes it is impossible to know where that flow is going)

do their exercises, make sure they have meds, dress them bathe them, entertain them, (they pump out lists of exhaustive things to do when getting the basics done feels like a monumental task..

maybe a good turn around would be to ask what their experience in caring for someone so ill and demented was like and what their curve of patience was like?

inmemory...so glad you said that. I am sick and tired of exactly those phrases. I came home yesterday after going out to get my yearly mammogram ($338 give me a break) to find the plumber's truck in front of the condo, the garage door wide open, the doors to the house all open and two neighbors running to the car. The only thing that calmed me was the plumber truck...at least it wasn't an ambulance.

Mom plugged up the toilet while I was out (out 1 hour). Luckily one neighbor knew how to turn off the water but the other neighbor called the plumber so I got a $75 bill for that.

What people don't understand is the CONSTANT changes and the need to always be waiting for something to happen. It's not just caring for an ill person, it's all this other stuff. Who would have guessed I'd be dealing with a flooded house because of Alzheimer's?

I'm not only still grumpy, oh so grumpy, now I'm tired and fried. At least the cat didn't escape out the open doors.

I'm officially talking out loud to my cat.

That's exactly it! Waiting for the next shoe to fall! It's exhausting....

Linda, your shoe fell like a bomb! I can't imagine coming home after being gone only a short while to all that. Holy cow!

Way to go, Deborah! You spoke for all of us today. Get a punching bag! It helps.