My Past Week.....

January 22, 2014 

It was a nightmare trying to get Margie out of bed. I was struggling to get her out of bed for well over an hour. Thankfully I was finally able to get her ready. But all day long she kept tipping over in her chair. A few times I thought she would take a face plant into the floor she was tipping over so badly. I kept her in front of a table 99% of the time but that didn't help. She was so, so, so confused. I tried to help clear things up for her but that only made it worse. I just made her comfortable during the day. 


January 23, 2014

A difficult day. I started waking Margie up at about 10 in the morning. I use music and turn on all light and open the curtain to help her wake up. But she would not budge until past noon and it was war trying to get her up. She didn't want to listen at all. But I got her to her chair and then to the bathroom with a lot of work. 
When we got out of the kitchen she started talking funny. She was saying very incoherent things. The only one I remember clearly is that she was saying that her daughter Pat was walking past her and that she looked at her and looked again and didn't realize that she was getting a new torso. It did not change for the rest of the day. 


January 24, 2014

Not a good day at all. When I got Margie up I got her to the bathroom and dressed and cleaned for the day. I got her up to get her into her wheel chair and she decided that she needed to sit instantly. I caught her and kept her upright but she would not budge or let go of her bar in her bathroom. I was trying to get her to let go and keep her up at the same time. It was hard. When she did finally let go she would not stand at all. I could not get her to put any weight on her legs so I had to carry her about five feet. That started the bad day and I was instantly exhausted. 
Things didn't change much when I got her to the kitchen for breakfast. She started saying dammit at everything, especially me, and then she threw her half full yogurt container at me. Margie's daughter Pat called and she couldn't get her to focus either. 
After Margie's bed nap I had trouble getting her out of bed. I asked her why and she said, "Because the silk.. the silk fires are eating the bathroom." I had to step away and let her listen to music for a bit to change the channel in her mind. I got her up and her daughter Barb showed off. Barb too her down to my apartment's pool. 
When they got back Barb helped me get her to bed. That was beyond difficult. Margie would not walk or stand at all. Barb and I had to do all of the work. She kept locking up and tightening her body when fighting us so it made it 100 times harder. We did get her to bed though. It was very difficult though. 


January 25, 2014

I got a break! I got Margie ready for the day (in bed) and she was a little tired but she was calm. Lisa had some errands to run so she asked me if I wanted to go with and her son would sit with Margie. I said yes of course. 
And when I got back things went really well. Margie was talking goofy but she was entertained with odd things and talking happily and smiling. 
But that night it got difficult. She did not want to get up or walk or stand or anything of the sort. When I was getting her pajamas on she nipped my shoulder/shirt and kept flailing her arms and kicking her legs. But I got her to bed and she crashed. 


January 26, 201

The day started out very well. Margie got up easily and was perky and full of energy. Lisa and her family came over and had lunch with us and afterwards Margie had a nap in her recliner for an hour. After I woke her up and took her to the bathroom she started getting really ticked off. I took her to the kitchen and gave her some popcorn and her mood turned worse. She started blaming me for the dirty and wet butterflies, and then she dumped out all of her popcorn and threw the container at me. I picked it up and doodled for a little bit and then she yelled at me to stop sticking my feet in her face. I just bit my tongue and waited until 3 P.M. and then put her in bed for a little nap. 
After her nap things were the same if not worse. I got her up and took her to the bathroom like always. She was fighting with all her might. I got her pajamas on and night time Depends on just in case she would not get up for another bathroom break. I'm glad I did that. I got her out of the kitchen for supper and she ate a little bit but was yelling at me and calling me horrible and all sorts of names. 
Her daughter Pat called and that cheered her up for a little bit but that did not last. About 10 or 15 minutes after the call ended Margie was back to yelling at me. I let all those words go in one ear and out the other. 


January 27, 2014

I started a new trick. It was Lisa's idea to have me start telling Margie my name and that I am her caregiver and that I take care of her in her home every time she wakes up or is confused. That did help. I said that several times during the day and it seemed to work. It's not perfect but it helps and that's all that matters. It was a good day.