Hello again
I am done with the pleasantries in life. I don't trust anyone anymore.
You really can't depend or count on anyone. That is just how it seems to be. No help when one really needs it.
The PGT is getting on my nerves again. They tell me one thing and do another.
He takes me for a fool. That I don't know anything about accounting and it's practices.
I will start out by saying I do not like to boast about my life. As it is my mothers life that is important to me, and should be to all of you. This blog is about the trials of having Alzheimer's/Dementia. And how it progress's over time. What happens to your loved one and how one coupes with it. It's pitfalls and all the emotions that come along with being a caregiver to a loved one. The emotions that your loved one feels and experiences as time goes on.
But I boast a little now:
I studied first and second year accounting. And it was done by hand, A general ledger. (As an elective) Then it was computerized accounting, outside of continuing my education. I have a few accounting programs on my computer that I keep up to date with at least once a month. So I am very well aware of how little time it actually takes the accounts payable department to print......
I used my first computer in 1984, took basic programing and C +. Not used anymore. I had my own computer in 1986. I owned one of the small Apple computers and then had a PC built for myself, after that. I am very adept at learning new programs. With ease. And have been using computers ever since. I am a geek. Put together this computer from old PC's I found.
I studied behavioural sciences/psychology and have an extremely high IQ. A Eidetic memory(Tonal) Meaning I remember conversations, clearly.
I am not working now, due to several car accidents, that left me having to use a cane, permanent injuries to my right shoulder and arm, knee problems. Right and left knee. Back injuries, nerve damage to my right arm, shoulder and hand. ( I am right handed, or I was) The emotional and psychological damage that it caused to myself. After the first accident I refused to drive for two years.(PTSD) according to the Psychologist I spent visiting for over a year. And now, cannot drive due to my injuries.(Right leg shakes when it becomes relaxed) I have osteopina and spiana bifita oculta, and a few other lower back problems.I have suffered extreme depression and still do. I am in pain most days, but deal with it, as well as possible. I won''t let mom see what I go through. She has enough to deal with as it is.
Yet I have a job and it is the most wonderful job I have ever had. I look after my mother. Yea I don't get paid for it. But I willingly do this. And as I say to all. Everything else can come latter. As it is mom who needs me. And I plan on being their for her. No matter what. I don't complain about the traveling. Actually, I do enjoy it. I meet interesting people along the way. And even now, when I don't want to talk to anyone. I am having more and more conversations. Not initiated by myself.
I live on gabapentin ( A mild nerve pain killer) this calms the hunger, and Tea.
But she knows something is up. She thinks I am loosing to much weight. I am, but nothing can be done about it.
Tonight, mom ate quite a bit. The food was cold, so I went to warm it up. While waiting, the food services staff asked me if I wanted something to eat. Sure. So they were having butter chicken, and gave me a piece of chicken and rice. I brought it back to the table and mom ate her dinner and that as well. Great I say. Her appetite is back. And I like it when she eats like this. It is OK. I am use to not eating. Day 12. Coming up upon my record of 17 days. And then time for her nightly spa treatment. I left at 8:00 pm. late, and this is OK. I still got home at an OK time.
I really do love it when mom listens to the music and falls asleep holding my hand at night.
But time to go to bed
My roommate said I can use his van today. But we shall see. If I can, that means I can get the Christmas hamper and the last food bank of the year.
Need to leave a note for the roommate. But, like everyone else, I won't believe it until the keys are in my hand. And if he doesn't, I have no way of getting the Christmas hamper and the food hamper of the year.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
