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Sep. 13th, 2019 01:02 pmI'm in Idaho for six weeks caretaking for my Mom while my sister (who covers the other 46) takes care of personal items.
It's a view into my future and it does not fill me with joy. It might be a good Black Mirror episode.
She is constantly in pain, which technically is not too different from my current situation except in its magnitude. The same goes with her stamina. I have joint pain, but she has serious mobility issues, and doesn't get out much. I think we both are dealing with fibromyalgia. And the memory issues look like they'll keep getting worse. She has always had pronoun issues. ("Go get the thing on the counter.") But it's far more pronounced now. She's asked me the same question a few days apart on multiple days, and I was gently mocking about it at first but stopped quickly. Generally speaking, brain-wise, her cognitive abilities are definitely slowing, and that's the worst thing to watch. I'm proud of my brain, vain to be precise, and as I putter around the house I find myself considering what the boundaries of decrepitude that I'm willing to live with are.
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On a completely different topic, living in this space is frustrating. There's a lot of *stuff* in this space, which makes it hard to move around without upending a stack of books or paperwork or a bottle of moisturizing lotion or a remote. There's also essentially no work area because flat space is at such a premium. Luckily we have a set of 'tv trays' that I can grab easily for a temporary space.
It's a view into my future and it does not fill me with joy. It might be a good Black Mirror episode.
She is constantly in pain, which technically is not too different from my current situation except in its magnitude. The same goes with her stamina. I have joint pain, but she has serious mobility issues, and doesn't get out much. I think we both are dealing with fibromyalgia. And the memory issues look like they'll keep getting worse. She has always had pronoun issues. ("Go get the thing on the counter.") But it's far more pronounced now. She's asked me the same question a few days apart on multiple days, and I was gently mocking about it at first but stopped quickly. Generally speaking, brain-wise, her cognitive abilities are definitely slowing, and that's the worst thing to watch. I'm proud of my brain, vain to be precise, and as I putter around the house I find myself considering what the boundaries of decrepitude that I'm willing to live with are.
. . . . .
On a completely different topic, living in this space is frustrating. There's a lot of *stuff* in this space, which makes it hard to move around without upending a stack of books or paperwork or a bottle of moisturizing lotion or a remote. There's also essentially no work area because flat space is at such a premium. Luckily we have a set of 'tv trays' that I can grab easily for a temporary space.