Not a good day today. Doctor appointment was as expected--we need to move her to a nursing facility. She needs 24 hour care. The professional type--not loving family type.
Big mess this AM, and I finally have it mostly cleaned up.The following is not for easily grossed out readers.
I was teaching an English class online-and the bed alarm went off. Mom had gotten up--which she cannot and should not do--hooked to oxygen and catheter. She had/was having a bowel movement, and had struggled out of bed, lurching to the bathroom down the hall, dragging hoses after her as well as dripping from the other end. I helped her there, and told her to stay put. I tried to finish my class, for this group does not look kindly on issues of any sort.
Afterwards--I got her back to bed. Mom is a big woman, and has little strength, so I got the worst cleaned up but couldn't get her night dress off or do anything about the sheets, and it was clear further clean up was impossible. Called hospice and an aide came out to help me with the complete clean-up. Sheets, nightgown, tubes, floor, everywhere. It took about an hour. Then I had to bleach everything. She gratefully napped,because that had been too much. Luckily, the washer has a soak, rinse,and extra heavy duty function.
The clean-up doesn't bother me--my family is practical that way. It just becomes very clear we are not equipped for this level of care. And I hate the shame and fear that must be present for Mom.
Ulcerative Colitis 2003, Fibromyalgia DX 2005, Crohn's 2013, Enteropathic arthritis, 2013. Family History of Fibro--2 out of 3 siblings diagnosed. Started SCD-June 2013. *There are three kinds of people in the world: ones who see the glass as half-full, ones who see the glass as half-empty, and others who see a big crack in the side which is leaking all over their %$#@# foot