At some point sooner or later, MIL will cease her life here on this earth and I will have to pretend to be saddened by her passing. I will have to be worth of an Oscar, though, because I will not be saddened at all.
She was admitted to the hospital two days ago with what they "think is a kidney stone", but they haven't decided even yet what to do about it. She has diabetes and her sugar readings are always high lately, even on consistent medications and insulin. She is refusing to eat at the hospital and is very, very weak now. She hasn't kept any food down since early last Saturday.
I've had two days now of complete relaxation and it feels great. They can keep her there for a month and I would appreciate it a lot. My house is quiet with the oxygen concentrator turned off and the oscillating fan turned off, her TV turned off. Things seem normal again for a few minutes.
That's right, funnier. You are letting her rule. It takes two. My mother would like me to do everything for her too, but, guess what? I don't. Does she get mad? Yes.
Or at least she did. She has accepted the situation better now. Does she bad mouth me to relatives, and particularly my sister. You bet. Do I care? No! Did I have to cut way back on what I did for her to look after my health? Yes, I did. The end result of this is that other people do the necessary care giving, I am getting my health back, she accepts the situation better, though complains about the care she gets all the time. Now I visit her in her ALF, take her out for a meal once in a while, and answer one in 10 or 20 emails, when I feel like it. She is no unhappier than she ever has been, and is as well looked after as she can be.
Please do NOT put off sny surgery you need, because that prima donna wants you to take her to the potty. There was a phrase "Suck it up, Princess" which applies here. Look after yourself, and let her ( and your husband) suck it up. You have gone over and above your duty to her - look after your duty to yourself. See your doctor, schedule the surgery, make whatever arangements you need to for your mil's care, then tell your husband that it is happening.
NO our mil can't live forever, and neither can you or your husband. (((((((hugs)))))))
It sounds like the people in your house who are important are #1 MIL, #2 Husband and then waaaaay down the list, little ol' you. Why do you put up with that crap? Seriously, why are you allowing this to continue in the same old pattern?
My helper told me today the doctor told her "they didn't get it all" when they removed more mammary tissue last week and are talking about a mastectomy now. If she needs that done, she will be disabled for awhile and I won't have any help at all while she is gone. I know others have been sole caregivers before, but I don't look forward to it. I had surgery in my future also and it will be canceled now.
You say, "find someone to come stay with her while you are gone". That's all well and good. But, she wants no-one but ME taking her to the potty. I suppose if I was gone and a stranger was here and she needed to go, she wouldn't have a choice, though.
The home health nurse told him recently that it was unbelievable how wonderful she is doing and it is only because of the care she is getting at home. I wish she hadn't done that.
Yep, I'm a straight shooter! I developed the style when I was a mother and it's only sharpened over the years. I do have to watch myself that it's not overtly, or even covertly cruel, I can get carried away. But sometimes things just need to be said, wake up calls are in order. Often people know these things in the back of their minds anyway.
I agree, Funnier, I think your husband needs to grab the reins here, but I'm sure he's having some inner struggle with this. My heart goes to you though, and not him. You've been the one doing the work, and it sounds like it hasn't been one bit easy. Its been 24 hours as of now, since you last posted. What's the latest? You get to talk to a nurse, or am I way behind and mil is home now?
btw, it is completely impossible to get any information from anyone at a hospital during a shift change. they weren't being rude, it's just impossible to help you during that time. nurses have a very limited amount of time to exchange a LOT of information about each and every single patient on the ward with each and every nurse there, as well as the ward clerk, and sometimes the doctor on call. when i have been a patient, we were not allowed to ask for or get medications or drinks of water during that time, and god forbid anyone have to go to the bathroom if they needed help. you learn to work around the nurses and hospital schedule.
sound wrong? imagine if somebody gave you six or eight of your MiL to care for, at the end of an eight or twelve hour shift when you are exhausted, you had about 15 to 30 minutes to tell the next nurse(s) EVERYTHING about EVERY PATIENT. what meds, when, what food, how much, and when, what liquids, how much, when, urine, bowl movements, output and when, their mood, their visitors, and on and on.
choose a quieter time of day or evening to speak with the nurses. if you can't get any answers, then you need to ask for a patient advocate.
This morning she did eat breakfast without throwing up and my husband thinks she will come home but he isn't certain. I have no idea what is going on and I hate all this uncertainty. Since I am only a "family member" and do not have POA, I can do nothing.
He asked them about the "kidney stone", loss of blood" ,"continued nausea", and no-one had an answer for him. He asked them what tests had been performed. They said "None".
I never said that I also babysit one to three grandchildren 8,9, and 10, while I "caregive" MIL, did I? Yep, I do that, too. What we do for our kids, huh. At least they can partially take care of themselves and get to the potty alone.
This is an update about MIL:
I called her doctor's office awhile ago and was told he hasn't visited her because he wasn't the admitting doctor. They don't know who admitted her. The hospital won't talk to me because I don't have a PIN number, but they think the "Hospitalist" is treating her. That's all they would tell me.
There's a wonderful rehab facility here and she qualifies to go there but my husband wouldn't let her go because she has a heart condition. Her doctor even said "Her heart is shot". DH says PT will kill her. I tried PT at home and just swinging her legs exhausted her. We had a therapist, paid by Medicare, come to our home, and raising her arms and swinging her legs just exhausted her and she slept for hours afterwards. I was supposed to continue her excercises with her--five at a time, each leg and each arm. She would do two or three and say she couldn't do any more and absolutely wouldn't do any more. Just going to the potty exhausts her. How she is still alive baffles me. I
She told my husband that her own doctor hasn't made a hospital visit to her yet. I'm sure he is billing Medicare for a daily hospital visit, though. We will keep an eye on his charges this time, for sure.
With her gone, I did too much trying to get everything done and I hurt my back somehow. I've had IcyHot patches on my back for three days now and I think I'll buy some more and do it again.
It's sad to think, though, that even though I've had a week or eight, or maybe even I might get nine days without her, the very minute the guerney enters this house with her, it will all come back, and having this time off will not have made much difference. It made a difference these last few days while I was enjoying them and I am so grateful for it, but already, I am feeling the stress of expecting her home. I really just need her out of my life for good.