Sorry, I only ever seem to come here to moan … MIL has really wound me up today … called in with her weekly shopping this morning. She is housebound, cannot weight bear or transfer without help and has 4 home care visits a day.
Started with “Can you look in my cupboard as “the girls” (carers) are using all my best china”. I could only find one set of plates, so showed her … “yes, they need to be put away as I want to sell them” … its a basic, nothing-special tea set she bought with some money she was left about 30 years ago. I scoured kitchen and couldn’t find any other plates etc, so said these are the only ones (some have got broken over time). I asked who she is planning to sell them to, as no one would want to buy them … “Oh you will be surprised what they are worth, anyway, they have sentimental value so I need to keep them for best at any rate” … I just left them where they are and they will continue to be used.
Then it was “this place is a mess, look at the paintwork around that door, I will have to get someone to decorate” … granted there are a few chips, but nothing major. The carers have to get her in her Sara Stedy and wheel her to bedroom for commode as she refuses to have it brought to her in the lounge. This would be so much easier for them and her, but not the done thing. She is no lightweight and pushing the Sara on the carpet is not easy.
Then it was “Why is there long life milk in my cupboard” … I bought a few cartons back when virus issues started as milk was in short supply and she drinks gallons of tea a day. I said the date runs to November, so we will use up before then … “But I don’t like it” … FFS if there is no milk on the shelf she wouldn’t have any tea … thought I was planning ahead but gets thrown in my face as usual …
Then we hear all about her other son who is in OZ and has a shoulder injury, got to have physio, may even need an operation … Hubby (his brother) had exact same thing 2 years ago … had physio and acupuncture and still gets the odd twinge, but 90% better … so the full sob story about BIL for the 3rd time this week, we nod and smile in the right places. Then I get “Did you post his birthday card as still not arrived?” … I bought it, gave it to her, helped her write the hefty cheque she sent him, addressed the envelope and made a special trip to main post office as our village one has closed to post next day. “Oh as long as its on the way, sorry I didn’t give you much for your anniversary (last week), but didn’t have much cash in the house” … now that sounds like I am after her money which is far from the case, but a level playing field would be nice seeing as we do everything for her, but she just hangs on HIS every word of the fortnightly phone call … “besides, everything is so much more expensive over there”, she tells us …
Then I went to put away her laundry I do every week, and there was a note on dressing table confirming OT visit this week to give her a trial in a self-propelled wheelchair. She has obviously been on the phone to them again. Happens every few months as she has said to us before “I think I would be able to get myself around in a chair now”. She was assessed by physios before she left hospital 2 years back, and had insufficient arm strength to push herself along … if anything its got worse as carers struggle to move her on Sara Stedy as she can no longer hold on to it. Its all going to end in tears again if they bring her a chair to try, but I guess thats best way for her to understand, but we will have to pick up the pieces when she gets down about the situation all over again. She seems to think it will give her freedom and mobility, but she cannot get in or out of it herself, has a threshold ramp to get out of the house and won’t be able to push herself around anyway. She has a small-wheeled transit chair when she goes to her afternoon club once a week, and admitted that when she comes home and is left in it until the carers come at tea time, she uses her foot on the floor to pull herself along and has managed to get to across the room. I can see her trying this and tumbling to the floor … I would like to contact the OT to discuss it, but expect OT will then tell mum I had phoned them, and she will accuse me of interfering … She was saying recently she would love to be able to have a bath … I arrange via Case Co a daycare visit with bath and meal for her, all set up with transport etc, and she was really keen, but then cancelled it day before as she didn’t want to be mixing with “the old people” … she is 86!
Sorry for the rant … I know there are many here with much more serious issues, but she is so ungrateful … a little chipped paint on the door frame and using the wrong plates for her meals is so petty, and I shouldn’t let it wind me up, but there comes a point when …