January 22, 2002
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I should have known better than to speak aloud about happy moods. Predictably, things took a turn as soon as I finished uploading. We got snow last weekend, but I intended to take Mom to daycare on Monday. I awoke early, around 6 A.M. and decided to take her in a bit early. I went out to scrape the snow off the car and realized it was sleeting. I began to feel a little uncomfortable about driving, so when Mom refused to get up I didn’t try to force her. The sun came out in the afternoon but no matter how much I persisted, Mom refused to go for a ride with me. I was sure getting out and about would make her feel better. Today I managed to get her into the car for a trip to Dairy Queen. I sat her strawberry sundae in front of her and announced, “There ya go. That’s for you!” with a big smile. She just scowled at me and said something hateful. Every three or four minutes I would make the same announcement. I was beginning to feel like we might have one of our big scenes when it was time to get into the car, but suddenly she started to eat. Ice cream is her favorite dessert. She was grumpy the entire time, so I just sat quietly so I wouldn’t set her off. We made it home without incident. I had been trying for a couple of days to get her to change clothes, but each attempt was met with a catastrophic reaction, so I backed off. Today was the day when I had to make it happen. What wonderful fun that is.... She fights like a wild woman and I am quietly talking to her in a soothing voice to no avail. She paced the house in nothing but a shirt for an hour. I laid some undies out and she hid them. I got another pair and every few minutes I would try to get her to cooperate. I backed off when she wouldn’t, hoping eventually she’d forget she was being contrary. She was frantically looking through the closet for clothes, but wanted nothing to do with me. She came in holding a towel around her. “Here, Mom... here’s your underwear.” holding them down by her feet for her to step into. This was met with a jab to the head about three times, but then she very reluctantly let me lift her foot into the leg hole. Finally, she was dressed! Whew. Then she walks into the room and I see that she has the belt from her pants tied through the button holes on her sweater. It’s also stuck in the waistband of her pants and I knew she wasn’t gonna be able to get her pants down when it was time to go to the bathroom. This meant I would have to approach her again. *sigh* I ended up cutting the belt (it was a nuisance anyway) without much ado. Then I crushed up her meds and put them in applesauce. I diced up an apple and stirred it in and presented Mom with her dessert. She loved it. So after an hour of swearing, hitting, and being as stubborn as ever, I left her grinning and giggling when I came up to bed. I am holding my own, but feel stressed out. I wonder if this is how abused wives feel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now, an update on my current events: 1. A man from the heating place called me and was extremely nice. I really appreciate the way they handled themselves at the end. I would even call them again. They wouldn’t be my first choice, but I think they’re my second. I would even recommend them. I think this company deserves a second chance. 2. I decided to do a study in the Old Testament with Carole. I had an out of print study guide, but found a copy at half.com and ordered it for her. We’ll be working through Saints Sinners and a Sovereign God. We have to decide on a day and time and we’ll get started as soon possible. 3. I still haven’t made the appointment for the Alpha 1 test, but I have requested information about a healthcare plan and am waiting to hear from them. It’s a program called Care Entree. 4. My sister plans to go out with Carole and me as often as possible. :-) Proverbs 1:7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction. . |
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