Archive | April 2018

Field trip!

Happy to report that Mom was feeling quite chipper when I visited yesterday morning. We took a “field trip” to a local park with a large man-made lake, where she enjoyed the fresh air, the relaxing scenery, and the many varieties of birds. I pushed her wheelchair on the paved path all the way around the lake, which was good exercise for me. lol And a little challenging when we came to this rustic wooden bridge…

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… but we bumped our way across without incident, though I was grateful that her chair comes equipped with a seatbelt.

I had wanted to get a photo of Mom feeding the ducks, but she wasn’t keen on the idea… and then it turned out that the ducks weren’t keen on the grapes I’d brought to feed them either.

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Except for the mallard in the center, these are actually coots, which aren’t ducks at all.

 

There are SO many birds living around this lake! We saw two kinds of herons, a red-tailed hawk, swans, several breeds of geese and ducks, seagulls, and dozens of the coots.

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The swans were Mom’s favorites

 

Halfway around the lake, we stopped (for me) to rest and sat for a while enjoying the sunshine. The air was full of birdsong, and I counted at least seven different songs in addition to the ever present quacking and honking of the water fowl.
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Though she was ready for a nap by the time I got her home, Mom enjoyed our field trip a lot. As we move into a season of warmer (but not yet hot) weather, I’m hoping I’ll have more opportunities to take her on outings like this. It was good for us both.

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She gave me a scare

I called to check on Mom this afternoon. The phone was answered by the caregiver who speaks only broken English, so instead of asking for an update, I just asked to speak to Mom. I heard her saying “It’s Lira” and then Mom mumbling “What do I do?” After a longish pause, she said hello. It sounded like she had a mouth full of marbles.

I asked her how she was doing and she mumbled something. What was that? “Tired!” she repeated, loudly. I asked if she had been sleeping and there was a long pause again, then she said no. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well and she answered, “No, I’m not. I’ve been sick all week. Will you come and take me out of this place?” She sounded quite distressed, so I replied (as calmly as I could, considering the adrenalin that was now coursing through my veins) that I would be there in about half an hour. “Good!” she said firmly. I asked if Maria (the head caregiver) was there, and she replied “No, nobody’s here. It’s just me.” I repeated that I would be there soon and we hung up.

I had started to make myself lunch, but I put everything back in the fridge and grabbed a protein shake instead. I texted the owner of the care home, asking why no one had called to tell me that my mom is sick, and then I started gathering up what I would need for a trip to Urgent Care or the ER — Mom’s folder of health info, my phone charger, water bottle, etc. The owner texted me back to say that she had been at the facility all morning and Mom was fine, that she had been napping when I called and that’s why she seemed disoriented. It was a relief to hear that, but I headed over anyway to see for myself.

Sure enough, I arrived to find her sitting in her recliner with her favorite blanket over her legs, drinking coffee and eating a donut. I kissed her on the forehead and asked how she was feeling. “As well as can be expected at my age,” she answered cheerfully. She seemed tired but otherwise perfectly fine, and she had no memory of talking to me 20 minutes earlier.

Damn, Mom, don’t scare me like that!

 

 

Easter Monday Update

We made it to church for the Easter Sunday service, though Mom complained in the car that she “hurt all over” and was still so weak that I had difficulty getting her out of the car on my own. This was our first service back in the newly remodeled church sanctuary, and I was so grateful to see that they shortened one of the pews near the access ramp to make space for wheelchairs. I don’t think she could have managed transferring into a pew and back out to her chair.

It was good to be back in the church with everyone, and Mom especially enjoyed the choir… and all the people who stopped by her chair to shake her hand or give her a hug around the shoulders and wish her Happy Easter.

On Friday I picked up some urinary tract infection test strips at the drugstore and gave them to her caregivers. This morning they were finally able to get a good urine sample to test (it’s tricky with full incontinence), and the test confirmed what I’d suspected, She has a UTI. I called her primary care doctor, who called in a prescription for antibiotics, which she is starting this evening. I’m hopeful that she’ll be back to her old self again in a few days.

 

Easter 2018

Happy Easter from three generations of strong women!