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Sleep? What’s That???

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I’m tired. I’ve reached the point that I’m too tired to sleep, even when I could. I have the Ambien CR, but the Neurologist doesn’t want me taking it all the time.

Besides, I might not hear Daddy if I’m doped up. He’s becoming very unpredictable as to his sleeping patterns. There have been some nights lately where he hallucinated much of the night, even clawing to take off his Depends and trying to climb over the bed rails. Other nights, he talks in his sleep. I’ve had several lengthy conversations with him in the middle of the night, where he never opens his eyes, and I can tell he’s still asleep LOL! Other nights, he barely twitches a muscle, but stays in exactly the same place all night long. That’s not good for his skin.

The lift has helped with the lack of strength problem tremendously (Daddy’s and mine, too), and Daddy is accepting it without argument, thank goodness. He’s also letting us feed him, which surprised me. I thought he’d balk, but I think he’s beyond that. He still takes spells of hateful talk, but it doesn’t happen too often any more. Frances heard it for the first time yesterday. It really surprised her. We told her that meant she was part of the family now. 😉

We’ve reached that point in care giving where we pretty much control everything to do with Daddy now. We’ve bought sweat pants and put his regular zipper pants away. I’ve put up his watch, wallet, and keys, which he’d always put on first thing each morning. He’s no longer wearing athletic undershirts or his favorite flannel shirts. We’ve bought him some knit Henley long sleeve shirts instead, so we could get them on and off easier that the unstretching flannels. He’s in white diabetic ankle socks, instead of his dress socks, and I can’t remember the last time he had on both shoes. In fact now we’re not even bothering with the slipper socks, as he’s not standing or walking. The sores on his bottom and his heel look much better, because we have more control over his skin now that he’s not walking and in his own bed. It’s no wonder he keeps asking to go home! He certainly doesn’t recognize the life he’s living now. But he’s safe (well, except for his rail climbing times), and he’s as comfortable as we can get him.

The Zelepar seems to be sufficient for my physical Parkinson’s symptoms, but I’m not sure any medicine could improve the mental deterioration I see, considering all we’re doing right now. Thank goodness for backspace and spell check!!

At the rate I’m going it won’t be long before it’s just too difficult to try to correct all my typing mistakes. I’ll just join Joe, and let you see what it’s really like for me HA!!

So, I’ve cut out what I could in the way of other responsibilities. I haven’t put a new item on eBay in some time, and I’ve put up a notice that we are not able to ship promptly right now. I’ve sent an email to all the BLOG VILLAGE members, asking them to help me with the monthly check on all the voting links and dead blogs. I’ve even cut down on my own reading and commenting, not because I want to, but because I’m just overwhelmed right now.

As you can see, I’m not very cheery today. I’ll feel better once I get some sleep, though – whenever that will be.

My Uplifting Valentine’s Presents

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This last week has really been a strange one, on several counts. I wouldn’t normally go this long without a post, but I tried to get a little too fancy with my Drive Partitioning software, and couldn’t get the computer to boot at all! It took me several days to figure out how to fix it, and several more to get everything back the way it belonged. Luckily, I’m good about backing up my data, so I didn’t lose any of that.

In between working on the computer, DH and I have had quite a time with Daddy. He’s been getting more and more wobbly, and less and less able to follow our transfer directions. So, we’ve had several episodes of it taking every bit of strength the two of us had to get him from one place to another. The last straw was Monday or Tuesday (I’ve lost track HA!) when we had the usual bowel problem. Thank goodness I had decided to move the commode into the bedroom, instead of trying to take him in the bathroom. By the time that ordeal was finished, he just about finished all three of us before we got him cleaned up and back in his wheelchair. The Hospice nurse came not long after that, and she could tell how exhausted we all were. This time, when I asked for lifting help, she agreed that it was time.

So, what did I get for Valentine’s Day???? A brand spanking new Hoyer Lift!!! Frances, our paid care giver, DH, and I learned how to use it this morning, and we were able to move Daddy from the bed all the way into the living room to his recliner, without any trouble at all. He’s more comfortable, and we’re MUCH happier. And our backs and nerves appreciate it, too!!

I’ve been pleased with how well the Zelepar has been helping me deal with all this physical and emotional strain. I did have a bout of hysterical crying this weekend, though, because Daddy’s foot looked worse to me, and I felt so guilty that I had let it get that way. My head knew I’d done my best, but my emotions sure didn’t. The Podiatrist was here today, and he’s very pleased with how it’s progressing, so that’s a big relief. Hey, that’s another Valentine’s Day present for me!!

And, today, for the first time in years, the pressure sore on Daddy’s bottom is all but healed! Present number THREE!!

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time in quite some time, I really think we’re going to be able to keep Daddy out of a Nursing Home. The lift, the gel seat cushion, our Estate Sale sheepskin finds, and the rippling mattress have made all the difference in the world in Daddy’s quality of life. I thank God for his tender mercies.

Downs and Ups with Daddy

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A lot has been going on with Daddy this week that has kept us both pretty busy. I called the Podiatrist’s office Monday about his heel, and they said he would come by Wednesday evening. The regular Hospice nurse came and took a look at it and changed the bandages, telling me that the key thing was to keep the blister from breaking open. She promised that we would get the rippling kind of mattress this week, too, which is supposed to help with pressure sores, such as those on his bottom and heel.

Monday night was the worst I’ve had with Daddy. His usual bedtime is 6:30, but he wasn’t sleepy then. That’s not too surprising, since he sleeps so much during the day, but part of his night medicine is a Tylenol PM, so I can’t let him stay up too late after taking that, or it would be dangerous to try to transfer him into bed. So, I put him to bed a little after 7:00PM. He spent the next 5 hours talking wildly about things like when was he going home, who were all those people, where was his bed, where was I going to sleep, and on and on. He would call me to the back every 15 or 20 minutes, and nothing I told him appeased him. When I told him he was already in bed, he would disagree, telling me he was in the car, and wanted to go home. About midnight he finally went to sleep, but the whole craziness started over again off and on every few hours until it was time to get up.

Not surprisingly, he was wobbly all day Tuesday, and I was worn out, too. So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night I gave him 2 Tylenol PM! He slept soundly, and his walking was much better during the day. His appetite has even shown signs of improving a little.

His Podiatrist ended up coming out yesterday evening. He immediately set to cutting the whole top of the blister off!! Mind you, Hospice had told me to do everything I could to keep the blister intact. I was SO glad I had called him! He showed me a dark place in the tissue that was already beginning to develop into a deep decubitus ulcer, and said it would not have healed if it were not fixed so it could drain. He also told me to keep it open to the air as much as I could, instead of keeping it all wrapped up.

I think I’ve finally gotten my point across to the Hospice people that I expect preventative care as much as possible. So the rippling air mattress came yesterday!! It has many crosswise sections of air filled tubes that slightly inflate and deflate back and forth from the top to the bottom of the bed and back. For getting in and out of the bed, it can also be set to inflate completely for a firm surface. I think this will actually help, and may even keep him from getting any more sore places on his bottom.

He still has times when he doesn’t know whose house he’s in, but the hallucinations are not as disturbing to him as they were. His strength is returning, and with the improved appetite, he feels more like walking. So, a week that started as the worst yet has prospects of ending as one of the better ones. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!!

We Have BOOTIES!!

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Finally, a good two weeks or more after I first asked for them, the nurse brought the sheepskin looking booties today. If I had gotten them when I asked, his heel would not have looked so bad, and may not have even blistered at all. She also brought the seat cushion for his chair. His bottom is also getting worse, so this will help considerably.

We spent the whole morning trying to achieve a bowel movement. I’ve been giving Daddy 2 stool softeners with each meal, plus a Senna laxative tablet each night. He hadn’t been since last Wednesday, so this morning we went all out to get some results. Prune juice for breakfast, plus another laxative tablet. It’s quite an involved process to get him in the bathroom now, but DH helped me this morning. Daddy still couldn’t go. So, I used a suppository. We waited, but still nothing.

By the time we had him ready to move to his chair in the living room, everything decided to start working. So, we went through the routine to get him back in the bathroom, take care of that, and then put him on the bed, so I could get him really clean and put ointment back on his sores. Then, we got him back up and into his chair. By the time we did all that, the nurse came. His chair is a recliner, which he would not use before. But we had so much trouble keeping him comfortable in his chair or the wheelchair Saturday, that we thought it was worth a try. By propping his calves up with two pillows, we finally got his legs high enough for his heels to hang without touching anything. And he’s comfortable. He immediately fell asleep, bless his heart.

He’s not the only one who’s worn out! DH had to take over and sit with him while we were waiting for him to finish in the bathroom, because my stomach started churning and cramping. I not only had diarrhea, but I came very close to throwing up. I think it was just from my nerves, but this would never have happened before I had Parkinson’s. It makes me so very nervous to work with him, because I’m so slow at everything I do. I’m afraid he’s going to fall while I’m trying to get his pants down. In fact, I’m afraid he’s going to fall every time I do anything with him. Really, I’m just afraid, period. Even though I know exactly what I want to do, I have no confidence that I will be able to actually do it, anymore.

DH and I have eaten lunch, but we’ve left Daddy sleeping for now, as he’s exhausted. DH is asleep sitting on the sofa, and I’m blogging and resting. We’re all three worn out from the morning’s doings. LOL

This nurse says the other nurse will bring the air mattress when she comes later in the week, which should help his bottom a good bit.

I managed to control my temper while the nurse was here, as I didn’t see that anything useful would come from letting her know just how mad at her I was. My DH knew I was mad, but I don’t think she ever realized it. I hope not, as we have to work with her.

But if we have another situation develop like this one, I doubt if I will be so restrained.

Daddy Stayed in the Bed All Day

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Today was Frances’ day to stay with Daddy, so we could go to church. As it turned out, I was just too tired to go, and stayed home and slept until DH returned from church.

Frances called before he left for church, though, to say she wasn’t comfortable trying to get Daddy out of the bed. She had tried, and he was just too weak. So, she sat with him in the bedroom, changing his position, feeding him, changing Depends, all day long.

When we took over this afternoon, I had him go through some mild therapy exercises, just to see how stiff he was from being in the bed. He seemed to be moving OK, and said he didn’t hurt anywhere. His heels are hanging off a pillow, so they’re taken care of. His bottom looks no different than it did, certainly no worse. He even let me feed him oatmeal tonight. That’s the first time I’ve fed my Daddy a meal, since he had his pacemaker surgery over 15 years ago. He surprised me by being willing to let me do it. Since there really wasn’t anything for two people to do, once he had fixed the oatmeal, I sent DH home early tonight. No need for him to sit in this hot house if he doesn’t need to.

We listened to the Super Bowl on the radio, and Daddy stayed awake until it was over – way past his usual bedtime. He made several remarks about not being able to find his bed, so I went through the whole explanation of which bedroom he was in, and this is his house, the whole thing that gets repeated night after night. By the time the game was over, he seemed content that he knew where he was, and promptly went to sleep.

It’s after 10, and I’m beginning to yawn now, so I’ll finish up and try to get some more sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow, Daddy will feel like getting up, and will be strong enough to do it.

For the Want of a Nail …..

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It’s pitiful the domino effect one small problem can have on the well being of an elderly person.

From the start of putting Daddy in the hospital bed, he has been very touchy on his left heel when I’m getting him dressed in the mornings. I had already, some time ago, asked for help keeping his heels in good condition, as I had noticed some splotchy areas there. The nurse said she would order booties. When they didn’t bring them, I asked the next nurse I saw about them, and she said she would take care of it. Well, the booties didn’t come, and yesterday morning Daddy had a water blister on the bottom of that left heel that is huge.

Even though it was Saturday, I called the after hours Hospice number, telling them about his heel. The nurse had a call to make in the opposite direction from us, but she said she would see him sometime that day. Sure enough, she did come about lunchtime.

When she measured the blister, it was 2″ by 3″!! His whole heel has broken down!! No wonder it was hurting. She used an ointment on it, padded it with gauze, wrapped his foot in Coban, and reminded me to hang his heels off a pillow and not let them touch anything. She said I did the right thing calling, and she thought it had been caught soon enough that it would heal quickly. Of course, Daddy is diabetic, so quickly is a relative term.

I’m just sick about that heel. I’ve been going to his house to fix breakfast and put on his shoes and socks for years now. I always checked his feet and made sure I smoothed out any wrinkles in his socks, before putting on his shoes. Now, too many people are dressing him, and I have no idea how the blister got started.

So, for want of a nail, the battle was lost. Hopefully, our battle is not lost, but it certainly has been put in jeopardy! Because of the huge bandage on his foot, he can’t wear his shoes. Because he can’t wear shoes, he’s not as sure footed when he tries to stand up. Because he’s having trouble standing or walking, he had to stay in the wheelchair almost all day long. Because he’s in the wheelchair and not walking to the bathroom, he’s not getting any exercise, so his legs are even weaker. Because he’s sitting almost constantly, with his legs up, the pressure on his bottom is greater, so the sores on his bottom are getting worse!

The nurse was obviously concerned that I had not gotten the booties when I asked for them. She said she would see to it that the medical supply company brought out the seat cushion, booties, and an air mattress as soon as possible. We’ll see.

This is exactly why I don’t want to put him in a nursing home. If his skin has broken down here, with me asking several times for the equipment that would have prevented it, how much longer would they have waited to deal with his skin, with no one around to remind them??

We spent the day yesterday trying to keep him as comfortable as we could, what with his bottom sore and his foot sore.

This was not the Hospice we had used with Mama and Pop, but the one the doctor’s office made arrangements with. I’m seriously considering switching Hospices. That means returning all the equipment and getting another set from the Hospice we liked, but at this rate, it will be worth it!! It all depends on how long it takes them to get this equipment to us this week. If it’s delayed, they’re fired, no matter how much of a hassle it is!!

What a Difference the Right Equipment Makes!!

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This morning was my first chance to take care of Daddy from a hospital bed that worked properly. It made quite a difference, although I still had problems getting him to follow my directions. I was able to change him out of the night Depends, clean him up, and get fresh ones on, put on socks, pants part way, and shoes, before I ever let the bed down for him to sit up. That is a BIG help. He rolled away from me, following my directions perfectly, but when it came time to roll toward me, he kept trying to climb over the rail!! DH heard me struggling to get his legs back in, and came and helped me get him on his side, so I could finish the Depends. Next time, I’ll put his trousers on around his ankles first, so it will kind of “hog tie” him. LOL

Having the right equipment does make all the difference in the world when care giving. I’ve been very concerned about Ruth and Mick, after seeing the terrible bruises he gets from a wheelchair that doesn’t fit his needs properly. I wrote The Voltage Gate and A Hearty Life, thinking that they might have some scientist friends who could help her adapt the wheelchair better. If you know anyone who might be able to help her, I sure would appreciate you sending them the link to her post.

Anyway, we continue to take one day at a time, even one hour at a time, with Daddy, just trying to keep him as comfortable and as mobile as we possibly can.

Strange Things Are Hapnin’

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I went to my Neurologist last Friday, and I explained to him all that had been going on the whole time I was trying out the Zelepar. He agreed that the medicine had not received a fair chance at working. So, he gave me a prescription for it, with instructions to use if for a month. If I was not pleased with the way it relieved my symptoms, I could then add the Requip I have taken before back to my schedule. Now that my digestive system is behaving, I told him I thought I could handle the Requip just fine.

Of course, being the little town that ours is, our Pharmacy didn’t have the Zelepar in stock. He has to order unusual medicines, but they come the next business day, and that works OK, most of the time. Of course this was Friday afternoon, when we dropped off the prescription, so I was without all weekend. I did the only thing I knew to do – I used the Requip I already had. My tummy didn’t complain a bit, either.

My throat is still irritated, and I finished the antibiotic today, so I’m thinking I’ll see if the nurse will swab my throat again, or just refill the prescription. I’m not convinced that the strep is gone, and I can’t afford a relapse. I had rheumatic fever as a baby, so my heart is particularly vulnerable to strep infections.

I’m feeling good about the medicines Dr. S. has me on for the Parkinson’s now, and I’m sure my GP will take care of my throat, so things are settling down for me.

It’s just as well, because Daddy continues to decline. His arm is much better, thanks to the arm band, but his mind, and his body in general, continue to go down hill. We’ve had some difficulty all along getting his bowels to move, as one might expect from a 101 year old. I was using the glycerin suppositories I had to help him go, plus he is on Colace as a stool softener. The last time I used the suppository, it didn’t help, which I thought was strange. So, I figured, since I use two of them, I’d use two on him. To my surprise, I discovered the first suppository still in place – not melted in the least! His body temp is so low that it didn’t dissolve!!

So, even though I had been trying to put it off, I felt I had to call the Hospice Nurse, and request help giving him an enema. The enema was an ordeal for him, but it helped. That was yesterday. Today, his strength is noticeably less, and his confusion is noticeably more. His mind and body just can’t cope with any kind of assault now, even if it’s for his own good. Going to the Orthopedist sent him downhill, and the enema just pushed him that much further.

I can only pray that I will do well on the Zelepar, or the Zelepar and Requip combination, as I think it’s clear that Daddy has taken a definite turn for the worse. In God’s good time, this will all work out. I just have to take one step at a time, and leave the end results to Him.

Can I Keep Daddy in His Own Home Any Longer?

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It looks like it’s time to consider a Nursing Home for Daddy, something I never wanted, and he certainly won’t want.

The last couple of weeks have been busy ones, as far as taking care of my Daddy is concerned. He woke up two weeks ago with his right arm in such pain and so stiff that he’s been having to eat breakfast left handed. He can’t even get the spoon to his mouth with his right hand. The Hospice nurse came and checked him out, but she couldn’t find anything in particular going on. She did get a prescription for Ibuprofen, so I’ve been alternating every four hours with the Motrin and Extra Strength Tylenol. By lunch time his arm has been better, but it starts all over the next day, just as bad as the day before.

With his arm like that, he’s having more difficulty getting out of his chair and the bed. Eating has been very frustrating for him, and he’s having more trouble using the walker. I’ve been trying to help him get up and down, to give his arm a chance to heal, whatever has been wrong with it.

Day before yesterday, the nurse looked at it again and was concerned about a good bit of fluid build up around the elbow and upper arm. I knew his hand was swollen, but I hadn’t realized the upper arm was larger, too. Anyway, she made an appointment for us to see his GP, Dr. M., in case it was a hairline fracture from the original fall, or something like that.

I didn’t realize until yesterday just how much worse Daddy is than he was when he first fell. Trying to move him from the chair to the wheelchair, and then from the wheelchair to the car, was just about impossible. I wore myself out trying to do it. Luckily, Frances, our sitter, was there to help move him into the car, and she was panting by the time he was in. It’s so much different than when we took care of Mama and Pop. They were both small people, not weighing more than 100 pounds, and they both cooperated. Daddy is about 160 pounds, and he’s a dead weight. To make matters worse, he doesn’t trust anybody, so he kept grabbing hold of the car door for dear life, and we had to peel his hands free to get him to hold onto us to maneuver him.

We asked for help at the doctor’s office, getting him out and back in, so at least we didn’t have to struggle with him there. But then, of course, we had to get him out of the car and back in the wheelchair on our own when we got home. He wasn’t any easier to move then than he had been at first.

The whole ordeal was extremely upsetting. The worst part of it was that the doctor no longer has an X-ray machine, so it was more or less a wasted trip. We have to see an Orthopedist next week. That means going through all this again. I did mention to Dr. M. that I had a sore throat, so the nurse swabbed it, and I have strep. So now I’m on antibiotics. At least we accomplished that!

Yesterday’s events have forced me to reconsider just how much longer we are going to be able to keep Daddy in his home. I can see that he’s fast reaching a point where I won’t be strong enough to take care of him. My DH and my Daddy have always had, shall we say, a cool relationship with each other. So DH gets frustrated with him, and Daddy stays mad at DH. My hubby is here for me, and doing a great amount of the work, but he’s just not up to the cheek to cheek “dance” it takes to move someone who’s not able (or willing) to help. And I’ve had a lot more practice at it, too. It is a skilled maneuver, but with Daddy, I’m just not strong enough to do it well.

So, I started thinking about Assisted Living homes vs Nursing Homes last night. I really don’t think an Assisted Living place would take Daddy, but he’s so mentally alert most of the time I hate the idea of a Nursing Home. I don’t think I’m going to have a choice, though. We had visited just about every good Nursing Home in this area when we were caring for my mother and father-in-law, so I have a pretty good idea which ones to check for vacancies.

We have an appointment Tuesday with the Orthopedist, and his diagnosis of what’s wrong with Daddy’s arm will have a lot to do with where we go from there. If he puts Daddy’s arm in a sling, we’re in a mess. So, we’ll get through the next few days as best we can, and go from there.

All this has been happening while I was supposed to be giving the Zelepar a fair trial. Considering how yucky my throat has been the last couple of weeks, and how much more work has been involved in taking care of Daddy, plus the extra stress of seeing him deteriorate, the Zelepar really hasn’t gotten a fair trial. I’m not walking as well as I did with the Requip, but my stomach is definitely better. From recent reading I’ve done, I understand that this is the maximum dose of Zelepar, so that’s not likely to improve, unless it’s because of the increased stress, or because I had strep, and that effected my walking.

So at the moment, my thoughts are up in the air, with lots of questions, but no clear way to answer them right now.

My Digestive System Is Behaving! Not So Sure about Us??

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It looks like the Gastroenterologist has found the right combination to get my digestive system working again in a manageable way. I haven’t had any pain or bloating now for several days, and I’ve been able to eat some things I wouldn’t have dreamed of trying just last week. I still don’t have an appetite, but I still need to lose weight, too! So I’ll count that as a blessing for right now.

We had our Date Day today, instead of yesterday, because our respite care giver couldn’t come yesterday. We had an enjoyable day together, not really doing much, but just relaxing. With my balance as wacky as it is right now, there’s not much else we could do.

Daddy, DH, and I had our first big flare up of tempers this evening. It was just a matter of time before it happened. We’ve been trying to stall it by getting out of the house a couple of days each week, but it was inevitable.

Daddy hates the idea of having anybody in his house, doing things he would normally be doing, or changing his routines. He’s been independent too long to take easily to having DH and me here, and certainly to having Frances here two days a week. And he hates not being able to take care of himself any more.

We’ve understood how he felt, so we’ve been biting our tongues ever since he fell, as his bitterness shows through in almost everything he says to us. Hopefully this show of temper on all our parts will clear the air for a little while, but that remains to be seen.

So my relaxing day had a somewhat dramatic end, but as thick as the tension has been around here, it may well have been for the best in the long run. I can only hope so.