Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I find myself unable to blog about my journey with Betty and yet this is the time when it is most important. A transition time really when she is recognizing the need for more help and that will allow us to approach having people come in. This is a good step and one we have been hoping for.
The problem for me is that I am in a funk. I am sure much of it has to do with grieving my little grandson Ethan's death. Some is my commitment to political views on Facebook. More than anything it is that I am depressed. I am sad about everything.
So, I will post when I can and hope to at the very least record our steps toward more help for Betty.
The problem for me is that I am in a funk. I am sure much of it has to do with grieving my little grandson Ethan's death. Some is my commitment to political views on Facebook. More than anything it is that I am depressed. I am sad about everything.
So, I will post when I can and hope to at the very least record our steps toward more help for Betty.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
I feel better right now but am not going to sweat the small stuff anymore. I will do the best I can and leave the rest.
Honestly, if I had to find an outfit to wear and looked at this, which is one side of a two-sided closet, one of two.... I would have no clue what to wear and would wear the same thing over and over.
There are certainly things that no longer fit. I am not allowed in the closet or in the room, most of the time.
There are certainly things that no longer fit. I am not allowed in the closet or in the room, most of the time.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
I do not know how to do this. I do not know how to get Betty to take her pills. Not too many as she did today but the right amount and I want to give up and throw the pill bottles at her son and scream, "You do it!"
I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't have the energy. I can't fight with Bob. I can't think about it night and day. I can't worry about it. I need to give in and give up.
No matter how many times I say that the door needs replacing we are on the third or sixth year of me saying that it is too dangerous. How many times am I to look up home health without action? I just am at my wits end.
Betty is not my mother and I need to throw this at Bob. I cannot do this anymore because I can't sleep. i eat and eat til I am so fat I can't walk anymore because my foot hurts. I have tried to kill myself with food and it hasn't worked. I am just fat and alive.
The doctor gave me anti-depressants but I am too depressed t care. So, what am I to do but write this down, wake up tomorrow and continue on?
I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't have the energy. I can't fight with Bob. I can't think about it night and day. I can't worry about it. I need to give in and give up.
No matter how many times I say that the door needs replacing we are on the third or sixth year of me saying that it is too dangerous. How many times am I to look up home health without action? I just am at my wits end.
Betty is not my mother and I need to throw this at Bob. I cannot do this anymore because I can't sleep. i eat and eat til I am so fat I can't walk anymore because my foot hurts. I have tried to kill myself with food and it hasn't worked. I am just fat and alive.
The doctor gave me anti-depressants but I am too depressed t care. So, what am I to do but write this down, wake up tomorrow and continue on?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)