1800's Farmhouse where I grew up

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Double Whammy

I continue to be a squeaky wheel regarding my mother's care at the nursing home, and as promised, went over several heads to get some answers. Hopefully they will be forth coming tomorrow. Meanwhile, I am considering contacting the ombudsman, a word I never thought I would use in this lifetime!
As Mom deteriorates due to her condition, my husband and I are also dealing with his father, who suffered a mini stroke and heart attack last September.  A definite double whammy. Always a demanding man, he has taken full advantage of the attention he has received due to his condition. There is some slurred speech and a definite lack of short term memory, which accounts for the 50 phone calls we can get from him in a single day, no matter what the hour. The was a record high of 15 calls in 12 minutes one day.  Then there was the night he called consistently between midnight and about 3 AM.  At work I felt as if I had been at a sleepover...you know the kind you don't actually SLEEP at as a kid, and then stumble through the next day. I am beginning to cringe now at the sound of the phone ringing. 
I am also reminding myself, that, maybe not today, but someday this and other events will be the stories I tell that will cause us to laugh as we remember.  Unfortunately, that day is not today. Keep us in your prayers.
A warm country hug to all,
Lisa <3


  1. Lisa, You are always in our prayers, but after reading this, we will definitely amp them up. Hang in there! Love, Barby

  2. All prayers are appreciated Barby! Currently looking for a rock to crawl under... Much love <3