Hello again
So today was an off day for mom. Grumpy, in a bad mood. It wasn't until latter, during dinner, that I figured out why. Constipated. This is the result of the Tylenol. This is what this drug does to people. And it is not the Tylenol with Codeine. It is all of them. It is hard on the liver as well. And they still give mom this 4 times a day. It was 8 times a day until I put a stop to that. I am trying to find something else to help her with the pain. Being either natural or chemical. But I need to do my research ASAP. To get mom off of this dangerous drug. She has enough problems, without having to ruin her liver.
Because mom was grumpy, she was lashing out a bit. Did not want me to let go of her hand at all. We had dinner in her room. And mom, even though she was constipated, ate just about all of both dinners.
As soon as I finished dinner, I changed her immediately, pushed the bell and the care aid came in right away. Then we took care of this situation. Mom was very relieved and felt allot better after this. I quickly gave mom her spa treatment. Which by the way, I had to go from store to store with some empty containers and collect as much of her different lotions, that she uses daily, from the samples the store have on display. To be able to continue to give mom her spa treatment each night. I have enough for three days. But not all of what she uses. Or that I use to give her the spa treatment daily. I am going ot have to go to a different mall to get some more after this runs out. I have to change it up, to be able to continue to give mom her sap treatment.
This is the result of the new female case manager at the PGT not doing anything about this.
Well after this, mom was so relaxed and it was not long before mom was asleep. I just held her hand for half an hour and then left.
Yes I could of left earlier, since mom was asleep. But I don't want to come back here anymore. I just hate, yes hate, and I don't hate, being here.
I am essentially packed, except for the clothing and items I use on a daily basis'. So my room is much smaller and getting even smaller the more I pack. I am becoming claustrophobic. I have very little room to move around my room. No where else to store these items.
I have also been offered many things that I could use. A daughter of one of the residents, is moving to a smaller place and has allot of household items to give away. I told the care aid who told me about it, that I could use all of what she has. But, the big but. I have no place to store these or any items. And no way of even getting them.
Well still have not dealt with the diagnosis. Becoming even more depressed. Again I don't want to come back her at night.
Pray, please pray. for GOD to inter seed in my life
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
