With the downstairs loo repaired, and the carer having returned from the market, I was able to head in myself. (One of the things re the care of my mother, is that her state of complete dependency means that she cannot be left on her own).
My shopping trip included wine shopping (two bottles of Chablis 1er Cru, and a bottle of Pinot Gris from Alsace), and almost a dozen bottles of beer, including Rochefort 10s and Rocheforts 8; the remainder were from Buxton and are all sturdy stouts, their Subliminal, and their Subliminal with coffee.
Then, cheeses, hard, soft, blue, aromatic.
Now that I have returned home, the carer has headed out with a friend, and together, on their return, they will prepare dinner.
Dinner will be some manner of fish broth; clams, shrimp, and a fish mix - firm white fish (sort of like cod, or hake, haddock, or pollock), smoked fish (probably smoked haddock) and red fish (probably salmon) - all acquired in the fishmonger's stall this morning - along with vegetables - onions, leeks, carrots, celery, peppers, and garlic and ginger. Nearby, I spotted a tin of coconut milk, as well.
In the early days, I found fielding those kinds of calls very stressful, as well.
Now - and this is an advantage of Alzheimer's - my mother doesn't know just how brusque - almost, actually terse - I have been with some of these people. Mercifully, they have now mostly vanished.
And, when I am away, for months at a time, I am quite distant (deliberately) from it all. That is when siblings have no option but to take up the slack and take responsibility - which they do.
My shopping trip included wine shopping (two bottles of Chablis 1er Cru, and a bottle of Pinot Gris from Alsace), and almost a dozen bottles of beer, including Rochefort 10s and Rocheforts 8; the remainder were from Buxton and are all sturdy stouts, their Subliminal, and their Subliminal with coffee.
Then, cheeses, hard, soft, blue, aromatic.
Now that I have returned home, the carer has headed out with a friend, and together, on their return, they will prepare dinner.
Dinner will be some manner of fish broth; clams, shrimp, and a fish mix - firm white fish (sort of like cod, or hake, haddock, or pollock), smoked fish (probably smoked haddock) and red fish (probably salmon) - all acquired in the fishmonger's stall this morning - along with vegetables - onions, leeks, carrots, celery, peppers, and garlic and ginger. Nearby, I spotted a tin of coconut milk, as well.
Thank you for sharing this. I am sorry you have to try remain stoic while assisting a parent who doesn’t know you anymore, and the responsibilities sound massive and grueling. It is amazing that we learn to adapt to these situations and role reversals or not. It is heartbreaking.
I get the frustration with needy relatives and friends. Mom was a nutrition consultant-de facto psychiatrist for many needy, emotionally distraught people and I cannot stand fielding calls from them. Her close friends are a different story, but the peripheral clients are an unnecessary stress. Hugs to you for everything you are doing and trying to keep the peace.
I am more than happy to help mom in every way I can. I’ll refrain from discussing sis as it is more than overload, which I respect. I half joked with mom that I will probably have to save this sister’s tail at some point.
Thank you for sharing and venting. I hope you have a little time to yourself this weekend.
I’ll end these thoughts with I hope everyone here has a nice Saturday.
In the early days, I found fielding those kinds of calls very stressful, as well.
Now - and this is an advantage of Alzheimer's - my mother doesn't know just how brusque - almost, actually terse - I have been with some of these people. Mercifully, they have now mostly vanished.
And, when I am away, for months at a time, I am quite distant (deliberately) from it all. That is when siblings have no option but to take up the slack and take responsibility - which they do.
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