For the record, I am travelling through to Glasgow on a daily basis; headed for either the Western Infirmary or my mother's house - and on high days and special holidays from work I do both!
Hurrah!
You know how folk talk about getting out more or how they'd love to travel?
Yeah. Be careful what you wish for....
Normal service as soon as. Because I can't keep on like this.
Hurrah!
You know how folk talk about getting out more or how they'd love to travel?
Yeah. Be careful what you wish for....
Normal service as soon as. Because I can't keep on like this.
27 November 2011 at 12:07
I've gotten my parents to move closer to me, they are waiting to exchange contracts [I have everything crossed that the sale doesn't fall through]; I was worried the moving experience would prove too much for them, but thankfully, I haven't seen them so perky in years!
Sx
27 November 2011 at 12:18
Oh honey.
I want to tell you to look after yourself and not to overdo it, look after your heart. But it sounds like needs must and you're doing what needs to be done.
Have some hugs instead.
xxx
27 November 2011 at 14:41
You take the high road and I'll take the low road...
27 November 2011 at 15:50
It's true, isn't it? Careful what you wish for...
I think Scarlet's got the right idea. Can you move them closer??
Pearl
27 November 2011 at 16:59
I know what you're going through. I live an hour away from my mum who is finding it harder and harder to cope alone. I am run ragged (and knackered) from trying to hold down a full time job while driving up and down the sodding motorway, not to mention looking after the family etc. Something has to give...
27 November 2011 at 17:05
(((hugs)))) sending positive vibes your way, sugar! xoxoxox
27 November 2011 at 19:01
We're at the age when the roles are reversed and we have to do what we can for our parents. Looks like you're going above and beyond. Hope things settle down a bit soon x
27 November 2011 at 20:22
Well if it helps any, we are all here wishing that things get better for you. Not practical help I know, but the best we can do...sending good thoughts x
27 November 2011 at 21:24
Clench your fists, stick out your chin, put on your sailing shoes and hit it! (Oh, and drive carefully whilst doing the above.)
27 November 2011 at 21:55
Oh, poor you. My sister did a 500 mile round trip every other weekend for my mother's last six months, which must have been incredibly tough, but she never complained. Mind you, my mother lived with me...
In an awful way, knowing my mum was terminally ill, so it was for a limited time, made it more possible.
28 November 2011 at 12:39
Yes, wishing to travel can be a bit of a double edged sword can't it! :D At least you're not going to Wythenshawe, I used to have to visit regularly and it was so depressing.
28 November 2011 at 12:43
Oh dear, the joys of the M8, not! hope it all gets better soon.
Ps in another of my, me me it's all about me moments, I originally trained as a nurse at that very hospital, my mammy still lives near there.
28 November 2011 at 20:44
Scarlet - I think moving me, (preferably somewhere far far away from NHS24) would perk me up no end too!
Roses - You've been here lately too, I know!
Von LX - The shortest, fastest least blockiest road would be great...
Pearl - She needs moved for sure...
Curry Queen - Bang on the nail.
Savannah! - Hugs back!
Trish - They must settle down soon. All I want for Christmas...
Tim - This would be my normal driving style mind you....
Z - It sounds bad doesn't it when you keep telling yourself "this isn't long term..."
Jenny - I shall recite Wythenshawe regularly... this might help
Auntigwen - No? We've just been discharged from level 9. Vascular. Lovely building....
29 November 2011 at 16:03
I'm so sorry you are having such a difficult time Macy.
You know how important it is to really look after yourself - for everybody's sake. Give yourself the odd day off.
BTW I remember Wythenshawe. My husband was taken there with an emergency appendix. He didn't bother to tell them he was with BUPA and when I visited him he was attached to a drip walking round the ward handing out thermometers to patients some of whom - and I swear this is true - with flat caps on. Even then it as the sort of place I didn't want to go alone at night.
30 November 2011 at 02:36
That's unbelievable! Take care of yourself. Driving or taking the train? Getting loads of books read or listening to loads of top ten and annoying ignorant callers on talk radio? I feel for you, traveling seems to be harder these days than when we went horse and carriage.
30 November 2011 at 10:58
Loud music and chocolate worked for me. And wine when I wasn't driving. Lots of wine.
Odd as they seem, if you try to do those breathing exercises daily, they will help your mind relax.
Hugs and warm wishes
x
2 December 2011 at 13:00
When paintings by "Glasgow boys" were shown in the city where I live, I could learn about Glasgow a little; It is a good summer resort, though it's not that season now.
4 December 2011 at 13:30
Belated and somewhat guilty sack of hugs.
It's been a bit like that round these parts lately, complicated by a series of moveable feasts at work and our peripatetic domestic arrangements. Last Wednesday was the first time in months neither of us had to whizz out to one or other sets of parents, a hospital or spend a day on the road travelling to meetings and tutorial sessions. So we both stayed at home laid up with colds instead. :-(
You take care of yourself. And make sure to give yourself some time for a breather. [hug]
7 December 2011 at 13:35
I suppose that I was lucky that my dad was confined in a home between work and home and his dementia was not a constant thing---
I went every night and met a new dad----the worst one was the guy who was so lucid that he cried because he was there---I couldn't leave him til he reverted to one of the others.
Luckily, my mother was sick for 4 days only and was close to my home.
You are a wonderful daughter