I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
Regarding the N word, I am shocked to find that ‘modern’ trendies object strongly to ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’ - with ‘Uncle Tomism’ a well known insult. In fact:
1) It’s a wonderful book. I am proud to own it.
2) It was a major cause of the US Civil War and the emancipation of Ns.
3) It was common practice at the time to copy speech in spite of the assault on normal spelling. I find Kipling’s ‘Irish’ soldiers hard going and approaching unreadable.
Unless you only want to read 'new' books and talk to people who are up with the newest trends, it's good to have a sense of history.
I try but hope I will be forgiven if I use the wrong term. If you are not working in the field you can miss the latest version.
I think terminology can become self serving.
My whine - I am just coming out of a couple of weeks of the worse FM flare ups I have had in years. No fun, but getting better now. I overdid it a couple of weeks ago which probably triggered it.
And I have to add grape tomatoes to my list of FODMAPs no-nos. I might get away with a couple of them a day - even maybe 2 in the morning and 2 in the evening. Same with strawberries! At least I can still eat chocolate!!!😊
My mother and her nails! I've tried clipping her fingernails and toenails three times and snipped her skin and she bled long all three times. Since she's on a blood thinner and my eyesight is bad, I've quit trying. She got on her facility's bus to go on their supervised trip to the nail salon one time. She liked it. They go monthly. The last time they went, she wouldn't go because she was grouchy or had a stomachache or something. She wants ME to work on her nails every time I visit. I tell her I am not a nail technician and she's just going to have to live with long nails. She gets grumpy. I already help her shower twice a week, I'm not going to file nails. She harps and harps and harps. For hours. "My nails. My nails. But my fingernails. See my nails? My nails are too long. I can't file my nails. You need to do my nails. My nails. My nails."
I'm just so tired and done with the dementia years. Nearing a decade. Caregiving is especially hard for someone who is put off by touching, eye contact, talking about emotions, etc. It's like prison. And YES I know it's hard for the person with dementia. I love it when people remind me to just be empathetic.