I decided to sneak a few minutes in here and write to all my good friends. I just sent my girlfriend off to Taco Bell with my lunch order. I feel so darn lazy, but the truth is I am dead tired.
Yesterday was not a good day. From the start I had to clean up BM from head to toe on Al. This really didn’t leave me with a Hello, good morning world attitude. After that hour passed by, Al refused breakfast. He was restless most of the day with some confusion and agitation.
The Hospice nurses decided to ask the doctor for a different type of medication that he already uses. It comes in ER form, which is extended release. It releases a small amount of medication constantly for 12 hours.
I ended up giving him one pill three different times. As the day wore by Al stayed more awake. He constantly asked me what time it was. Or he was asking if it was PM or AM. I believe that since the medication releases small amounts at a time it just wasn’t giving the power that the regular medicine did. I called Hospice this morning and asked if I could go back to the prior medicine and she said yes. He was not a good sleeper through the night either, so you can imagine that I look like the Wicked Witch of the West today.
At seven-thirty this morning I finally fell asleep but then was woken up by my friend telling me, ” Al is calling out, sis.” I jumped up and went in to see what he wanted.
He wanted to get up. I explained to him he couldn’t because he can’t sit up. He continued to complain and moan until 11am when the volunteer came to help me bathe him.
When she arrived I cut Al’s hair and trimmed his mustache. We bathed him and when all was done, he was fast asleep. Within a half an hour he was awake and still is. He is not moaning at least. He has not eaten for two days now except two bites of something he asked for yesterday. I think it was his ice-cream.
He didn’t have that big brown surprise for me today and I thanked God immediately for this wonderful gift of not seeing it. Now I am just waiting for my friend to bring back lunch. She even added that we could order pizza for supper.
I dread tomorrow in a way and yet am thankful for it. The phone doesn’t ring here on the weekends. No Hospice comes unless I call. No caregiver, no nothing.
But on Mondays it all starts again, noise and commotion and busy, busy, busy. I don’t complain though. They are all here to help Al, and give me a break. I think I am going to sneak out of here a bit tomorrow, because I need a break from inside this house.