I took a break today. Got a massage. My sciatica’s acting up.
Tomorrow I’m taking mom in to have her left eye cataract removed. It’s going to be a busy day, I’m sure.
Today, I finally realized that between 3:30 and 5:30 p.m. is when my mother “sundowns.” Remaining calm through that is a challenge for me, since my instinctive response is to confront her about it.
I’m learning to take deep breaths, speak very slowly, and try to distract her. She seems to calm down if she can get on a roll telling me the old family stories that I’ve heard a hundred times already.
Deep breaths. Uh huh. Uh huh. Mmmm. I keep saying. She just keeps talking. Talking is better than ranting.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
It well might not bring any posts from here.
Kalilily Time
Just an old lady talking to herself
Cronester: Some days are better than others, someone once said. I bet you still waiting for one of those “better” days.
I’ve got 78-year-old brother-in-law who tells same stories over and over. I tell him, “Yeah, you told me that before.” And he says, “Well, you’re gonna hear it again.” And so I do.
I’m only 74. I hope I never get old.