Same old Same old
The days are getting shorter. But, around here the days are just as long, or feel just as long. I guess when you are sick this doesn't matter. Sometimes the days just seem to run all together because of the same daily things that happen. It is funny because when I check in with my friend in the mornings. We are friends for over 40 years and always check up on each other and each morning we say that we are up and the same old same old in our houses. And that is pretty much how it is.
My mom needs her daily meds, her daily eye drops 4 times per day for at least another month and all the other stuff that has to be done for her. My son needs to be schooled each day and sometimes that even includes the weekends depending on how the week went and if we got everything in. I know that the afternoons are difficult for everyone. My son is tired by noon, my mom is tired before noon and the meds make her sleepy, grumpy, tired, anxious, and almost every emotion in between. Which changes hourly. Plus the sour puss faces come to life more in the afternoon then at any other time of the day. Mostly because of the meds.
My mom has taken to the new chair in the house now. Before she refused to sit in the new one then decided that it was time to give it a try. So, now in the mornings she slowly and carefully using the walker migrates the six or so feet from her bed to the chair. There she sits. I try to get her outside on sunny days but she refuses now to walk the stairs. I think that she doesn't want to because her legs are weak. The physical therapist used to tell her that she has to exercise them and more or less use them or loose the strength in them. She was good for a while when she had therapy which she hated. But, it did do her a lot of good. I tried to encourage her to continue the things that they showed her after they were done but being the stubborn woman that she is she decided that enough of that for her. And now going down the stairs is too much for her on most days. So, she sits. I try to get her to at least walk around the small apartment. Not that there is a lot of rooms to walk to but I am trying. Some days she will go in the kitchen even though she can't cook anymore and shouldn't because of her eye operation, her eye needs to heal. But, she will go in there from time to time and tell me what I should be doing and then I glimpse for a moment the old mom that I know. The one that used to always have an opinion about what I should and shouldn't be doing before she got sick.
The nights are longer and sometimes my mom sleeps good through the night and sometimes she is up sitting in the chair. Just sitting deep in thought and then deep in sleep. I think that the chair has become her favorite places to sleep sometimes.
My son on the other hand has become a night owl. Hence the fact that he is tired by noon. I am not surprised by that though since his dad is a night owl too. Me, not so much. I am more of a morning owl.
So, the day continues with as my friend likes to say the same old same old.
My mom needs her daily meds, her daily eye drops 4 times per day for at least another month and all the other stuff that has to be done for her. My son needs to be schooled each day and sometimes that even includes the weekends depending on how the week went and if we got everything in. I know that the afternoons are difficult for everyone. My son is tired by noon, my mom is tired before noon and the meds make her sleepy, grumpy, tired, anxious, and almost every emotion in between. Which changes hourly. Plus the sour puss faces come to life more in the afternoon then at any other time of the day. Mostly because of the meds.
My mom has taken to the new chair in the house now. Before she refused to sit in the new one then decided that it was time to give it a try. So, now in the mornings she slowly and carefully using the walker migrates the six or so feet from her bed to the chair. There she sits. I try to get her outside on sunny days but she refuses now to walk the stairs. I think that she doesn't want to because her legs are weak. The physical therapist used to tell her that she has to exercise them and more or less use them or loose the strength in them. She was good for a while when she had therapy which she hated. But, it did do her a lot of good. I tried to encourage her to continue the things that they showed her after they were done but being the stubborn woman that she is she decided that enough of that for her. And now going down the stairs is too much for her on most days. So, she sits. I try to get her to at least walk around the small apartment. Not that there is a lot of rooms to walk to but I am trying. Some days she will go in the kitchen even though she can't cook anymore and shouldn't because of her eye operation, her eye needs to heal. But, she will go in there from time to time and tell me what I should be doing and then I glimpse for a moment the old mom that I know. The one that used to always have an opinion about what I should and shouldn't be doing before she got sick.
The nights are longer and sometimes my mom sleeps good through the night and sometimes she is up sitting in the chair. Just sitting deep in thought and then deep in sleep. I think that the chair has become her favorite places to sleep sometimes.
My son on the other hand has become a night owl. Hence the fact that he is tired by noon. I am not surprised by that though since his dad is a night owl too. Me, not so much. I am more of a morning owl.
So, the day continues with as my friend likes to say the same old same old.
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