Scary Day Leads to I-Want-to-Scream Night

CatKBorn

Scary Day Leads to I-Want-to-Scream Night

CatKBorn
After a good weekend it all went to hell.

I came home and Mom was on the front porch, God only knows how long she'd been out there. She went to get the mail and could not get up the one step back into the house from the porch. Even with my help she could barely do it. She remained freaked out for over two hours. I did get her to eat a little bit of dinner and gave her a glass of wine. It helped.

But when I asked a friend to come by tomorrow to help her get from the house to her ride to Optimists and then back into the house she flipped out again - and is now refusing to go. This weekly meeting means EVERYthing to her. For her to refuse to go is huge. Just huge.

Now, today I had to call the ride program to change the location of the meeting as tomorrow is a special meeting. Now I have to call back tomorrow and cancel the ride.

My aunt in Connecticut has a ramp on loan from the caregiver agency she uses as my uncle can't navigate stairs any longer. I don't know of any agencies here that do that, so more phone calls. There is no way into or out of this house that does not involve stairs. Oh, and she won't use the railings.

So after dinner she gets up to go to the bathroom. I see her walk across the hall to her room - bare booty for all to see - carrying her undies. Good reason. FULL of poop. Jeans full of poop. I was able to get her into a very warm shower and wash her off.... LOTS of poop. The house stinks. The chair in the living room stinks.

So had to throw out the underpants.

Am doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry. Use Dreft on her clothes and will still have to wash many things twice. Apparently we've been having poop issues all week. Only one pair of underwear is not poopy.

I hate poop.

Interesting thing is how calm I am during these kinds of situations and how explosive I get with the little crap. You'd think it would be the other way around, but no. I can turn off everything when faced with a crisis but give me everyday whiney-ass stupid crap and I go off.

Weird.

So she had an awful day and now all I want to do is scream.


Me. Right Now.