I am a caregiver. I
am going to fly away for a week and leave my husband in the loving hands of
four trustworthy and caring caregivers.
George has told me in no uncertain terms that he doesn’t feel safe,
knowing my ability to leave things un-thought-of. Hey, he’s got memory problems but he’s not
stupid!
I'm typing notes to tape on the refrigerator. I'm
typing a list of frequently called phone numbers - like Time Warner Cable
technical help. I’m making an Excel schedule layout and a To-Do-Before-I-Go list. So far, I’ve got seven pages.
And there's the medication. That's a bear to manage in
itself, but now I'm ordering enough to last until my leave-taking, then to last
through that week, then to last through the next week because I can't run get
more the day I get back, since the pharmacy needs a couple of weeks to mail
it. I’ve bought four more pill dispensers.
One of the new caregivers was here to meet us the other day
but she didn’t meet Cat Mojo. She saw my
note about being sure Mojo has plenty of water and asked, "So you call him
Mojo?" (referring to George).
Is this an omen?
I will live by Murphy’s Law for the next couple of
weeks. Then you might hear my cheers overhead
as the plane flies away into the sunset.
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