I'm still around. Barely, but I am.

The hard part of living with diabetes is watching what and how much food I stuff into my mouth.  Harder still is that I have always been an emotional eater.  Now I can't be so much.  NOW I need my comfort food (that has been slowly killing me).  I did get the exercise bike (treadmills are just too big for my small rooms).  Haven't had it long enough to have spent much time on it.  And now I really don't want to.  I could care less. 

I just want to climb in bed pull the covers over my head and sleep.  And stay that way until everything goes away.

Dad seems bound and determined to get mom put into a nursing/assisted living place.  I don't see what he sees that is so bad.  But then I don't live there.  I feel like he just doesn't want to take care of her.  There it is, I said it.  I think my dad just plain doesn't want to look after her.

Mom can still get to the bath room by herself.  She can dress herself (takes forever though).  She can fix herself a snack (cheese on crackers).  She might could fix a meal but she gets so she staggers around and you just know she is going to fall.  She does get up in the middle of the night and see something on the floor and try to pick it up only to fall (or almost fall, she grabs onto stuff on the way down).

Mom and Dad argue more often than not.  My mom has turned into some what of a b****.  But she is almost 76 years old.  But it gets to my dad and he will argue with her only to feel bad about it later.

I can't do much of anything unless I was to bring mom to live with me.  But I really don't think that is a good idea.  So I am basically stuck with going along with whatever dad decides to do.  Maybe something else will happen.  I did get him to call this place to see what services they offer (or know about at other places) to help keep elderly people in their homes.  He's waiting on a call back from them so I don't know what will happen there.

Mom gets so confused easily.  She isn't really mom anymore.  But she does know that dad is thinking of putting her in a nursing home.  And she ain't happy about it at all.

Kathy

 

It feels like Spring out side today!

I am starting to learn how to be a diabetic.  I got all my testing supplies last week and was taught how to use them correctly.  Not very hard at all.  And the stick (to get blood) isn't really painful at all.  It's more of a mental pain I think.  LOL

Next week I go for nutrition and diabetes classes.  Actually I am looking forward to it.  I have known for ages that I needed to eat better but didn't really have a clue how to go about it.  Well, I had a few clues but they all involved cooking and turning on that huge thing in the kitchen -- I think it's called a stove?  LOL

Supposed to be walking everyday but that just isn't happening.  I'm going to get rid of some furniture that I really don't need and get an exercise bike.  I think the exercise bike will be easier for me to stick to doing.  And maybe I can get caught up on some reading while I pedal away.

I took mom's cat to the vet once again and I just knew we would have to put her to sleep.  But that didn't happen.  Dr B came up with some pills that we could crush and put in Sara's food (getting a pill into her any other way just won't work we've tried it).  Luckily the pill (powder) doesn't have much of a taste as she will eat the food as if nothing is in it. 

Sara (mom's cat) has become more calm and loving.  And she follows mom's every movement!  Dad says every time mom goes into another room there is Sara on her heels.  Just like a puppy following you all over the place.

What magical medicine did the vet give Sara?  Xanax.  Yep, the stuff you give humans!  But it is a lot less costly at the vets!

Guess that's it for now.  Take care. 

Kathy

 

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