Re – my mom

My dad is drained. He’s on his toes 24 yrs a day without much sleep and it’s getting to breaking point. Not only is he doing all the things she used to do – cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. – he’s also looking after her and he’s not sleeping. She’s in the back bedroom, and being the proud person she is, and not wanting to accept the fact she can’t do what she used to do – what you and I take for granted – instead of calling my dad for help when she needs to go to the bathroom, she’s struggling to do it herself.

Last night she fell twice. Once walking to the bathroom, and once while she was in there. The second time she tripped over the wire which connected her to the oxygen situated in the bedroom. Consequently my dad is spending most of the night listening for her, and running to her aid when he hears her move. If she would just do as she promised and call out when she needs to go, he’d sleep better, even if it were only for a few hours a night – which is more than he’s getting at the moment.

Hell, even I have to give myself chance to wake up before I throw my legs over the side of the bed or I’d probably land head first into the closet.

Consequently he’s losing patients because me mom just doesn’t seem to get it, or chooses to ignore the severity of her condition.

I can’t begin to imagine what either are going through, I guess I’m going to get smacked in the face with that reality when I fly home at the end of the week, but right now, wtf frequently escapes my lips.