Went swimming this morning, a little sore but didn’t hurt enough to take a hydrocodone during the day. Everything is going well but I’m very weepy tonight. Other than getting Christmas done I feel like I have not yet been able to get back to accomplishing anything, and I don’t feel physically bad enough to justify it. I can’t even make myself get caught up on mail/email and everything is piling up. My biggest stressor is my Mom and I just talked to her for about half an hour - a shorter than normal call because she wax in a very combative mood.
My Mom has dementia. I live in Houston. I took her for a visit to her house in Midland (540 miles away) in June/July and stayed there with her for a little over a month. It was really hard because she is extremely needy and would want me to sit by her all day, it was hard even to get her to let me go upstairs to bed at night. She has been living in Vermont with my much younger brother for about a year and a half with me relieving them periodically either taking her home or staying there. She got sick (multiple myeloma) a little over a year before that and started having severe memory problems. That year we took turns with us and another family friend. I was at her house with her about 6 months total during that, plus took her out of town for back surgeries prior. It’s hard to be a caregiver when you can’t walk well yourself. Last November she had to stop chemo, she was on regimen #4 and it was making her too sick. They expected her to go downhill quickly but she has held steady and seems to be doing well physically. I delayed my second knee surgery thinking I needed to be available but finally decided I had to get something done. But, about a month before my surgery, her mental status took a nosedive off a cliff and she started having paranoid delusions.
Initially she had a UTI and we thought that was it, but after that was clear there was no change. She had a while where she wasn’t recognizing my brother or their house, and was convinced she had been kidnapped. She called 911 twice, posted on facebook about it, snuck out of the house and flagged down a truck, tried to pry open a locked door with scissors, started taking and hiding things (including my niece’s medicine), accused people of stealing from her, being very abusive and saying ugly things, etc etc. My brother works from home and after two weeks where he was only able to get in two hours of work, decided she was too much to deal with. My sister in law actually did home care as a job and quit to take care of my Mom but could not handle her after the paranoia started. She went into the hospital and then memory care just after my surgery. I had to do all the paperwork because I have the POA.
During all this I was talking to her often multiple times a day as they and the hospital would put her on the phone with me whenever she got agitated. Typical call is 45 minutes. Now that she’s in the memory unit, I am trying to call every 2-3 days, but one of the med techs calls me whenever she refuses her medication. It’s not every day but often it’s after I’m in bed - we go to bed early and get up early. Chris has been visiting at least twice a week and sending a friend that she likes in between. Also the hospice chaplain visits once a week. I think she is “Sundowning” - she often does ok during the day but gets combative and agitated at night. Tonight she couldn’t remember that Chris and family were there yesterday and I was on facetime and opened presents. Looking backwards on my phone for an idea of the frequency, they called me Sunday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Sunday 17th, 16th, 13th, etc. Although I have had some ok conversations early in the day when I call, these night time calls are awful. She says she wants to go home over and over, she says everything she can think of to make me feel guilty, insists she is fine and can stay by herself, threatens to run away, stop eating, and do on. I want to help but afterwards I am so upset and sad. Her two medicines are pain medicine for her back due to the cancer and an antipsychotic that seems to be helping at least in the daytime. Most of the time I can eventually talk her into taking it. She says she wants to be in Texas near me. I plan to go there in late January and if she still wants to move I can likely get her into a place here, but she might be settled in by then and she doesn’t do change very well.
I know this has nothing to do with my knee but I just needed to vent I guess. Hopefully it’s therapeutic to type it out.