I remember having to hide meds in juice, applesauce, oatmeal, anything to get patients to take their meds. Don't nurses do that kind of thing anymore? Here I am stuck in my office because Myron dropped me off and I get a call to tell me my mother refuses to take her medication. GRRRRR
I told the nurse to tell her they were vitamins. Hopefully that will work. If not then I will start going to the Waters in the morning before work to give her her meds. She may take them from me. I called and spoke to the Asstant Director of Nurses about this. She said she would talk to the nurses about trying a few other ways to get Mom to take her pills.
I'm going to go get her on Friday so she can spend the day with me. I'm feeling a little stretched though. Friday is the day I catch up with my housework and I also like to spend time in my craftroom. I haven't been doing that since I have been bringing Mom home on Fridays. But, I am thinking that if I made it possible for her to lay down for an hour or two maybe I could then have that time in my craftroom. I am going to try it and see if it works for us. After all, they often have her lay down for a time in the late afternoon at the Waters. She needs the routine but she also needs the stimulation of being with me.
a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
On November 13, 2010 I gladly became the primary caregiver of my mother. She has Lewy Body Dementia, the second most common memory loss condition after Alzhiemers. I knew nothing about Lewy Body Dementia until I brought Mom to Indiana to live with me. My mother is a resident at the Waters of Covington, a rehabilitation center near our home. I would like to have her live with us but her care is more then one person can provide. The staff at the Waters fell in love with Mom immediately. She may be losing her memory and her ability to care for herself but she hasn't lost her sense of humor or her gentle grace. This blog is meant to be a journal of our days together.
On May 15, 2011 My Mother peacefully and fearlessly passed into the here after. Now I journey alone, yet not alone. I have a lifetime of memories.
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