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.
There are so many people on the forum with so much knowledge and wisdom. I wonder if you put all that into ONE person, what would that caregiver look like?
Would it be a caregiver who continues to sacrifice themself, but who finds ways to make it less painful? A sort of band-aid approach.
Would it be a caregiver who completely stops sacrificing themself, and has as a condition that any solution must be a solution that doesn’t in any way sacrifice themself? To be as little involved as possible.
That’s terrific! My grandfather had a truck and a Caddy as well. My brother and I loved riding around with him. We did get in trouble for playing with his push button windows. We had the roll down windows in my dad’s car. So, push buttons were new and fun for us. LOL 😆
Enjoy tooling around in your luxury sports car. How fun!
I just saw on the news that just across the Louisiana line, there is a grass fire that broke out near the interstate in Mississippi. They closed the interstate in both directions.
(Just kidding. I just wanted to see what it feels like to type that).
Anywayyyyyyyy, Beatty, here’s some more humor, similar to the previous one:
“A thousand-mile journey starts with one step. Then again, so does falling in a ditch and breaking your neck.”
I may not be knocked fully down but low & inactive - Imagined myself a round stone on the beach as I refused to get up on time today. Just laying there peacefully, imaging the wind sweeping over me & the sound of the waves.
On a positive note:
I solved my mom’s HUGE problem some days ago. Someone in health“care” had (in a mean way) messed up her care.
Solving this, also immediately lifted my writer’s block. I was working on a report, nothing difficult, but had writer’s block. I didn’t realize my writer’s block was connected to the stress of helping my mom.
On a negative note:
There must be all sorts of other unknown effects on me from the stress. I keep saying this, but I’ll really try to take better care of MY health. But the only way for me to do that, is to take a break from my mom’s problems. I’ll do that.
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life. But so was yesterday, and look how that turned out.”
“When life knocks you down, stay there and take a nap.”
But my life’s a joke right now. In case anyone wants to laugh. 🥺
(Ventingisback)
“How's the teeth filing going?”
Very sharp.
”They'll get what's coming to them one way or another.”
So glad you agree.
Your uncle sounds exactly like my brother! 🤣 They would have gotten along very well!
This particular couple were relentless in ringing my bell every Saturday morning, until they met my brother! LOL 😝
Mom and I often giggled about how he would challenge people, especially over religion and politics!
This one particular JW couple would ring my bell every Saturday morning! This was long before the pandemic.
I was polite when I said that I was not interested in hearing about their religion because I attended my own church.
Did that stop them from ringing my doorbell? Nope! So, I stopped answering the bell. Guess what? They still rang my doorbell on Saturday mornings and tirelessly waited for me to answer the door. I continued to ignore them.
One day I asked my brother to come over to be with mom so I could run an errand. He came to stay with mom. When I returned home, my mother and I were in stitches laughing together about the way my brother handled it.
Mom said to me, “Honey, you know that JW couple that keeps ringing the bell early on Saturday mornings even though you ignore them?” I said, ‘Yes, Mom and I wish they would stop it!’ She tells me, “I don’t think you will be hearing from them again. Your brother really shook them up with a million questions and they left shaking their heads.” LOL 😆
They never rang my bell again! I thanked my brother for getting rid of them!
In the past, if I would bump into bad people, I could just walk away; find a new set of people.
But my elderly mom depends on various people within the health“care” business. Then she can’t just walk away from them. That makes those people even worse than evil, because they know my mom depends on them.
I think however, bad people don’t get away with their evilness. Something in the future, will come back and bite them. If necessary, I’ll bite them. I’m filing my 32 teeth right now.
I would love to stop bumping into such people, especially in the health“care” business.
I would love to stop bumping into bad people in general.
There are so many of them. It seems to me, there are very few good people in the world.
MOST of our problems in life don’t come from accidents or unintentional acts by people. They come from intentional acts by bad people.
I travelled for work during the pandemic, from country to country. It was ridiculous: at the airport, different countries had different rules (some 6 feet, some 4 feet…). So you’d land in one country, go through passport control, stand in line; everyone confused whether it’s 6, 5, 4 feet…Then there would be another queue after passport control, with for example 3 feet markers (because you just entered a new country)!
I don’t buy anything over the telephone. I hate when phone numbers and emails are sold or shared.
Every now and then someone will show up at my door too. Usually it’s a cable provider or something like that.
Don’t even get me started on door to door ministries! I don’t want Watch Tower magazine from JW Kingdom Halls. I’m never going to join their religion! So don’t ring my doorbell. I wonder how they did their outreach during the pandemic.
The kind of work I do, tends to attract people with integrity, honesty and a desire to make the world a better place. Those are the kind of people I’m used to spending time with.
But ever since my mom needed help, I’ve had to deal with people in the health“care” business (it’s more business, than care). I’ve met some of the most awful people I’ve ever met.
It’s crazy how many bad people work in health“care”.
Rude, dishonest, bullies, threats, psychological tactics, power games, actors, lack of integrity, deceptive, some really awful people.
Cheers! Break out the champagne 🍾 🥂!