I can't think of many reasons why breaking my ankle is a positive thing. I'm trying to make good of a very bad situation I guess and this is what I have realized: I've been mostly helpless now for five days. I can get around by crawling, hopping on one foot, crutches - forget it - I don't need to fall again. Even with a walker, I can't take care of myself beyond a sponge bath, taking 10 minutes to get to the bathroom, etc. Bottom line - I am depending on my spouse to take care of me which he is trying to do. But, he isn't good at it, he doesn't anticipate my needs, I have to ask for everything, one by one. Then I feel like a baby, a nag, totally a burden. Its 11:40. I've had coffee, no breakfast, because I haven't said I want breakfast, so its assumed if I don't ask, I don't want it. If I ask, I feel like a pest so I am sitting here, hungry and contemplating whether it is worth it to heave myself out of the chair and hobble into the kitchen and eat a bowl of cereal while standing at the counter. Nah, I'll wait until I have to make a bathroom run and grab a cookie and maybe I'll get lunch in another hour or so.
Then it occurred to me - this is probably how most of our parents and grandparents must feel if they have any conscience or if they are still cognizant and know they are helpless and a burden for their most basic needs. I feel more sympathy for all of them, and for my mother (even though she has needs that she refuses to let anyone help her with - so she is the exception)
Anyway, I think about how it must feel to be really old, and wonder if I want to live if I can no longer take care of myself. Worse than being helpless is feeling like a burden.
Sorry for the rambling - I've had wayyyyyyyyyy too much time to think about things.
Anyway, my FIL's vision has been going downhill for a while, and he stopped driving at night a few years ago. Yesterday, his eye doctor told him he couldn't drive at all anymore.
He's not at all like my mother, who was furious, indignant, and continued to drive anyway until we took her car away from her. He was sad, and so is my MIL, but they understand and will comply.
My husband and I were sympathetic and also relieved that he won't be driving anymore. Their daughter who lives somewhat nearby offered to pitch in (he volunteers at a hospice several times a week--really a wonderful man), and I know it's kind of a lot for her, so they're looking into other transportation. As gracious as they are about everything, it's still sad.
this goes back about 2 years . i fixed her car three times when she was my mothers hospice aid . when i asked her for the agreed upon respite she flatly refused the first time and ignored my text the second time i asked . men dont like being taken advantage of either . EVERYBODY pull out their debit card , heather destroys machines then expects other people to pay for it . what a joke ..
I've helped my husband with some yucky tasks, like removing a dead rat from the attic, installing insulation in places he was too big to get to, and so on. But when we were discussing moving the t.v. in the living room from one wall to another, which would require the moving of a gazillion wires, speakers, etc., he told me that if it were just me living there, I should "just move" instead. And I think I would!
But now my Mom is finally showing Dad how to use the washing machine, how to do some simple things in the kitchen, how to use the vacuum, how to write out a check, how to use the budget book, etc. Oh well, better late than never.... I mean very late as they are both in their 90's.
The newer generation is more crossed trained, thank goodness :) I was ahead of my time as I preferred to shadow Dad on his chores than my Mom. Oh well, I can't cook, but I know how to fix things.
As for the great divide between men and women, I think independent women have had to spend their lives learning how to do things in a different way from men, who often use their superior strength and height, not to mention the "old boys network", to get things done. Unfortunately many older women allowed their husbands to take care of things and were totally unprepared and/or unwilling to look after their homes, finances etc when they needed to.
This discussion has diffidently brought a new light on what our futures might be when we get older.
One thing I have noticed, men get to retired, but women never do. Dad retired and started doing things he enjoyed... Mom still continued with the cooking, laundry, bathroom cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, grocery shopping, setting up doctor appointments, etc.
I do think that most of us can empathize with our parents. The problem tends to most often go the other way when parents lose empathy with their adult children.
Anyway, just wanted to add to Gershun - you are so right! The ability to brush our own hair, step into the shower, put on our socks and shoes - every is a gift.!
Caregiving really opened my eyes to that. I have a whole new appreciation for showering, wiping my own bum, just getting out of bed by myself with no assistance. They all seem like luxuries to me now.
You might consider Meals on Wheels --- they can deliver to you a hot meal 5 days a week (at least in our area) and can also include evening and weekend meals. A person who is disabled temporarily can qualify for this assistance I believe.
If you are part of a faith community, check with your clergy or office staff about volunteers that might be able to help you during this short term need.
You need to make your husband a list (breakfast in the AM and Lunch by noon and pain pills at X and Y.....) you need to keep up your strength. My husband would go days without eating...so I have to remind him that I can not do that. Even if you just told him which boxes of cereal you need near your recliner...and put milk and other beverages in a cooler with ice that you can reach. He can be asked to refill this a couple of times a day. Make a list of places for To Go food for Lunch and dinner...and have him go and pick it up or pick ones that deliver.
Best wishes for a speedy recovery....don't be afraid to ask for help.
Well, it will still early in the evening, I was alone in that room, so I started to channel surf... ah ha... now I saw why sig other didn't want to stay... the Yankees were playing that evening. I am still spitting nails over that. Or as Dr. Phil would say "women have long memories".
My sig other would think he was being gracious telling me don't bother cooking for him since I am recovering from whatever, he will get something out for himself. Ok, I guess that means I need to struggle to get to the kitchen so I can have something to eat. Like, what's up with that???
And why do we have to ask them for hugs?
I also am concerned for the future should I become an invalid. So many men fall into this category that is can't be coincidence. They never played with dolls or were forced to be the quiet, gentle, anticipatory one in the family. They were taught the opposite. Don't be like mom, be a rough and tough dude who never emotes, never expresses sentiment, and by golly absolutely never exhibits a soft side in front of people.
I live in fear of an old age where I'm not mobile and I have to coerce him out of his recliner, away from the football, and away from the beer to bring me some water, or help me toilet, or clean up, etc. I raised two kids with him, but I pray to God I'm never compromised and dependent on him.
Anyway, I understand how it would relate to be older and not able to do things for yourself. One thing to be thankful for if the internet, I can buy groceries and have them delivered to my door. Same with clothes. Back in the early 1980's we couldn't do that. Now, I just need to keep one step ahead of the curve to keep up with new technology.