I haven't given up on blogging entirely, but the fall was overwhelming, with supervising home renovations, moving, moving my husband's 98 year old aunt first from an apartment into assisted living then into a nursing home, and my son flunking out of college.
We had a housewarming party Jan. 2 and I think we are finally pretty well settled. The house I would say is a success, though I haven't had much chance to enjoy it. Downsizing from about 4000 to about 3000 square feet was hard. A wonderful cousin I had hardly known before is helping us sell things we didn't want.
John's aunt is doing better now that she isn't trying to manage her own apartment.
Our son started Monday at Presbyterian College, much closer to home. He is optimistic that will work out better.
Am I really going to get to catch my breath?
When I don't have time to blog I have been posting on Twitter (set up to transfer to Facebook). You can find me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/pammack
Friday, January 08, 2010
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I miss having someone to share the work
Yesterday I went with John to the urologist, who again recommended more surgery for his benign prostate enlargement (or the scar tissue from the first surgery). They did say they could do it without general anaesthesia. John wants to try a dilation procedure first, but if that doesn't last very long he wants to find a high-ranked doctor farther away. Sigh.
I'm wishing for help with Christmas. Our daughter and I went and got a tree today and I got it up, but no one has offered to help with decorating it so it isn't decorated. John hasn't been feeling well this afternoon/evening, so I shouldn't complain about today specifically. But more generally, Christmas is too much work to be trying to do mostly on my own. I'm ok with cooking a traditional meal even if I have to do most of the cleaning up too. But even if my daughter will help me some with decorating, having to do the cleaning up makes the decorating seem too hard. I need to think about what I would want in a simpler Christmas.
I'm wishing for help with Christmas. Our daughter and I went and got a tree today and I got it up, but no one has offered to help with decorating it so it isn't decorated. John hasn't been feeling well this afternoon/evening, so I shouldn't complain about today specifically. But more generally, Christmas is too much work to be trying to do mostly on my own. I'm ok with cooking a traditional meal even if I have to do most of the cleaning up too. But even if my daughter will help me some with decorating, having to do the cleaning up makes the decorating seem too hard. I need to think about what I would want in a simpler Christmas.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
tired
This week our focus is on moving John's aunt's things out of her assisted living apartment, as she has moved permanently to the nursing home at her retirement community. We have one helper who is very good at sorting through things and making decisions. John is not so good at that but he did arrange several people to pick up things.
I've been trying to set up an alternative for our son, who is in his first semester of college and flunking out. I wanted to make sure he had another choice and doesn't have to stay home and deal with his father's illness unless he chooses to. And today I heard the good news that he is accepted to what was originally his second choice college for the spring. I'm hoping he has had enough time to learn his lesson, but I think a fresh start will be a relief for him.
John was complaining yesterday that I don't tell him things. Actually, I make a pretty good effort to keep him informed. Sometimes he forgets, sometimes I don't tell him because I don't want to spend the time and answer his questions and have him second-guess me, and sometimes I don't tell him because of my resentment that he doesn't share the burdens more. He said he thinks I am angry at him for getting sick. I said I am angry at what has happened to my life but he is just going to have to live with my strengths and weaknesses. I'm good at working things out practically, but I'm sometimes going to be impatient or irritated.
I've been trying to set up an alternative for our son, who is in his first semester of college and flunking out. I wanted to make sure he had another choice and doesn't have to stay home and deal with his father's illness unless he chooses to. And today I heard the good news that he is accepted to what was originally his second choice college for the spring. I'm hoping he has had enough time to learn his lesson, but I think a fresh start will be a relief for him.
John was complaining yesterday that I don't tell him things. Actually, I make a pretty good effort to keep him informed. Sometimes he forgets, sometimes I don't tell him because I don't want to spend the time and answer his questions and have him second-guess me, and sometimes I don't tell him because of my resentment that he doesn't share the burdens more. He said he thinks I am angry at him for getting sick. I said I am angry at what has happened to my life but he is just going to have to live with my strengths and weaknesses. I'm good at working things out practically, but I'm sometimes going to be impatient or irritated.
Friday, December 11, 2009
interesting study
This isn't information I need yet, but it is so clear I thought it worth linking:
Clozapine is the only antipsychotic shown to be efficacious for the treatment of PD psychosis, although quetiapine is more frequently used because of convenience. Concerns about antipsychotic sensitivity in DLB patients may prevent antipsychotics from being tested further in this population. There is also preliminary evidence that cholinesterase inhibitors may have antipsychotic properties in both PD with dementia and DLB.source: "Presentation and Management of Psychosis in Parkinson’s Disease and Dementia With Lewy Bodies," Daniel Weintraub, M.D., and Howard I. Hurtig, M.D. Am J Psychiatry 164:1491-1498, October 2007 http://ajp.psychiatryonline.org/cgi/reprint/164/10/1491
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
end of my rope
Moving was hell. We had two particularly intense two day periods, when the professional movers came and when some people with pickup trucks helped us finish clearing out the old house. Then I pushed to get as much unpacked as possible before Thanksgiving. I thought things were settling down now, or at least I could focus on my job, but now John's aunt who lives in our town has to move from assisted living to the associated nursing home. Clearing out her crammed apartment is going to be a nightmare.
Right now I need to go check on her. They didn't have a room ready for her in the nursing home until today so I had to arrange round the clock care for her. John was coping with helping her until the bad news came, but then last night he said he couldn't bear to go back.
Right now I need to go check on her. They didn't have a room ready for her in the nursing home until today so I had to arrange round the clock care for her. John was coping with helping her until the bad news came, but then last night he said he couldn't bear to go back.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Not sure of anything
My packing went well Sunday but it was hard today to have to deal with last minute renovation questions and my job as well as getting ready to move. I can't tell whether John is going to be ready to move or not. I suggested he might want to stay in a hotel the night before moving day but he didn't think that would be necessary. I may suggest it more forcefully.
Today he asked me if he needs to cancel physical therapy and massage appointments on moving day. I told him yes. I think moving day is going to be overwhelming for me trying to make sure everything ends up in the right place. I also told John that in the two or three days after we move, the woman who is helping us pack and unpack would put away his clothes and set up his partial kitchen without him if he made other plans in the afternoons.
I got some packing done today I had been avoiding, but now I'm feeling discouraged. The big chunks are getting done but that makes the small scattered things more visible. And the most unreliable person I hire, who was a big help Friday, didn't show up today.
I have people who offer to help, but I don't know what to ask for. I'm thinking I want to organize a picture moving and hanging party for Friday (after the movers move the boxes and furniture next Tuesday). What can I get a 12 year old boy who really wants work to do? Do I want friends to help on moving day or do I need to be able to focus on telling the movers what to do?
Today he asked me if he needs to cancel physical therapy and massage appointments on moving day. I told him yes. I think moving day is going to be overwhelming for me trying to make sure everything ends up in the right place. I also told John that in the two or three days after we move, the woman who is helping us pack and unpack would put away his clothes and set up his partial kitchen without him if he made other plans in the afternoons.
I got some packing done today I had been avoiding, but now I'm feeling discouraged. The big chunks are getting done but that makes the small scattered things more visible. And the most unreliable person I hire, who was a big help Friday, didn't show up today.
I have people who offer to help, but I don't know what to ask for. I'm thinking I want to organize a picture moving and hanging party for Friday (after the movers move the boxes and furniture next Tuesday). What can I get a 12 year old boy who really wants work to do? Do I want friends to help on moving day or do I need to be able to focus on telling the movers what to do?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
more delays
Moving is now delayed until Nov. 10. The third coat of polyurethane goes on the floors today. But I think that date will hold, and maybe even the extra painting of shelves will be done by then. John tells me every now and then that he knows I have put a lot of work into the new house and I have done a wonderful job. My first reaction is that he sounds insincere (our therapist actually agrees) but I am trying to be grateful he is that positive instead of totally dragging his heels. My hope is that 4 or 5 months down the road, when we are settled, he will tell me that I was right, our lives are better in the new house.
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