So tired of hearing about bowel movements, having to pee constantly, thinning hair, not being able hear well, on and on and on, not being able to walk well, etc. I care but my God, it is so hard to only hear about these things.
Nothing interesting. If I try to redirect to a different topic somehow the conversation ends up being about poo again! Geeeeez, there is only so much poo I want to hear about! Enough already.
I try to read or watch tv to relax and she will sit by me and do this over and over. If I walk off and go to my room she will complain later. You'd think she would take the hint if I walk off. I'm not going to tell her that I don't want to talk about her bowel situation because it won't do any good and she will just ignore me or insult me. I think she likes if I object to something. She considers it a goal that she has achieved so I don't react as much but inside I am screaming silently. Anyone else feel this way?
Now we are older and peope talk about its function with disgust or its lack of function with worry. Or maybe the type of discharge it produces.
Should we talk more about the other side? Or get more medical attention for the butt? Maybe we should look into having a discharge valve installed for it.
Perhaps the game of catch me, catch me should be changed to catch it, catch it, now clean it.
I don't have the answer to these questions.
We have been on the market for 2 months. We have reduced the price several times as we saw how bad this season was. Last week we had a low offer. We came back with a large drop. They came up slightly. We went down more. They sent a letter stating how much they love the house and want their children to grow up there. At this point although we were still apart price wise any reasonable party could have made it work. Then they came back and dropped the price to their original offer. Our agent asked theirs if it was really worth losing the house over a fairly small amount in terms of real estate. They said they will just renew their lease on their 2 bedroom apartment. Their children are around 8 and 10. The husband has a very good job. I said to my agent then fine let them keep living in an apartment with their children. I am not criticizing apartment living but in this case it seems pointless. I have had real estate deals since the early 1980's. I have sold in down markets but I never heard of someone lowering their price after raising it. There is no problem with the inspection. We paid to have one done before listing so we could take care of any issue. I know people want to feel they got a bargain but this behavior is beyond rude. Our agent said there is another agent in the office who is having a similar situation. There simply can be no respect in certain situations. It is beyond sad that people behave this way. We were really trying to be reasonable and had come way down. Anyway there is my saga. Hope it provided some entertainment that doesn't revolve around bowels,dementia, and all else the world of aging entails. I have a mother in AL, a husband who has just had knee surgery and has a slow moving cancer that will have to be dealt with in a few months. Maybe we will catch a break but it doesn't look promising. Thanks to those who heard me out.
I’m sorry and I hope the house sells soon. Just seems odd to me too. He would rather rent? I’m not opposed to renting either at different stages in life but with young children he should be interested in building investments which he will not receive with renting.
Did the agent say if there are any other possible prospects in the works? Someone is going to come along and it will be the right price and fit for them. Transitioning times are stressful. After the sale, relax and celebrate.
I hope the next potential buyer isn’t like the last one! Hugs!
I am the OP. Talk about whatever you damn well please! Haha. Like an ‘open jam’ for musicians or ‘open lines’ on a radio show where the caller can call and discuss any topic. So vent away about whatever you like. I will call it, ‘open posting’ just for you!
Yes, my mom thinks I am a short order cook! Everything done her way! It’s annoying. I started cooking however I choose to and if she eats it fine, if not she can eat a sandwich or scrambled eggs, whatever. I’ve sacrificed my life for her, she shouldn’t want everything her way.
It all gets so tiring.
Caveat: I'm gonna get really graphic here, so the squeamish should ignore at will.
Mom gives me detailed descriptions of how her poo felt coming out, size, consistency, and smell, even unto audibly gagging and choking and yelling about how horrible it smells (like I don't know that already): "Ick! Ock! Ook! and Puke! God, that's HORRIBLE!"
If it's not the poo, it's the pee (she leaks uncontrollably when she stands up from the wheelchair): "Here comes the deluge! It's Niagara Falls! Now it's running down my leeeeggggggg! Aughhhhhh!"
And lately, it's what she raises when she coughs: "Boy, that was something that a MAN would have hacked up and spit on the sidewalk!"
Not to mention the belches: "BrrrrrraaaaaaaAAAAAP! Can you believe it, I regurgitated what I ate yesterday?"
It's enough to make a saint swear. If I ask her to put a lid on it, she gets worse.
Rant over. Apologies to anyone I may have completely grossed out, but you were warned.
No it gets old! We get it. Why I started the thread so we get to vent on frustrating topics. Vent away! Thanks for your honesty.
In between each dead tree conversation she asks how my day is going. Over and over and over I tell her about my day, and make up a bunch of stuff. Even with the dead trees I can entertain myself and her with imaginary stories about when and how they died so it doesn't get so repetitive that my brain explodes.
I think I will be happy when summer arrives, but then I wonder what the new topic will be.
You've reminded her about the Agent Orange tests, have you? 😈
My mother turned into a kind of Marvin the Paranoid Android about flowers. She especially took against daffodils. Very "loud." Never did like daffodils, apparently. Poor old daffodils, I have no idea what they'd done to offend her.
mumshelper did tell a precious story, right? I enjoyed it too. Really made me giggle.
So, just recently the grandkids were over. Mother was walking across the room -- steptoot, steptoot, steptoot... The nine year old giggled quietly.
Three year old: "Grama? You have to go potty?"
Mother (offended) "NO!!"
Three year old (concerned): "You farted, Grama. You better go potty."
Mother (gasped, got in three year olds face and hollered): "NO, I DIDN'T!!! I DID NOT!!!
Three year old (looked over her shoulder at us spectators, unmoved by Mother's rant, but deviously understanding she struck a nerve): "Grama farted! Grama farted! Grama farted!"
THEN... Mother stomped her walker at Three year old!!! And they both began to bicker back and forth. YOU'RE MEAN!! NO YOU'RE MEAN!! Blah, blah, blah...
So, yeah... Mother is too ladylike to partake in such unmannerly discussions.
Burrrrpppp. (Teehee)
So funny! Loved your reply. This is why I started this thread. So many funny responses. Thanks for making me giggle.
Yep! Gets to be a major deal with the elderly and sometimes we have to vent. It’s why I started this thread! Vent away! Thanks for being able to relate. Most people got it, some didn’t. You did. 😊.
Hugs!!!
Perhaps the time that Luz spat on the floor while in line at the bank . I had ask a young lady to watch her while I got something to clean up the mess. the young lady said she would do and she did. She got the paper towels and wiped the floor, threw it into the trash and sanitized her hands. I was soooo apreciative for her help.
Or the time that her protective underwear was full of urine and overflowed onto the floor in the hardware store. I ask the employee to let me take care of Luz and I would clean up the mess. He said he would clean it for me and to take care of my wife. He mopped the floor for me. I thanked him profusely.
I had strangers come up to in public and tell me they thought that I was doing a great job of taking care of her. That felt good from a total stranger.
I never had anyone say anything negative. Luz did get a few strange looks for saying HI to strangers. I just said she had dementia and went on our way.
It all felt really good and made me proud.
what is your good story?
There are tons of responsibilities in life that I have always lived up to. I take excellent care of my mom, the only one in my family to do so, I might add. I have no reason to feel guilty.
But I have a very nice story of strangers. After evacuating New Orleans for Hurricane Katrina my mother was getting very tired.
We stopped at a church that had a shelter set up for weary travelers. The church members welcomed us and were lovely. Mom was only using a cane at that point. She didn’t want to get a walker because she was embarrassed by having to use a walker. She kept refusing to use a walker even though I asked her a million times. I finally got her to get a walker later on.
The pastor at the church noticed how hard it was for her to move about. She has Parkinson’s. He came over to me and asked if I wanted to use a wheelchair with my mom. Mom was so tired that she agreed to use it.
When morning came I went to thank the pastor for his kindness and return the wheelchair to him and he told me to please keep the chair. It’s a very nice wheelchair and we still have it today.
You made me giggle. I wish you the best. Take care.
IF YOU DONT LAUGH, YOU CRY
So lighten up. It’s a bit of whimsy
maybe I will start a flatulent ( that’s fart for the ill bred) post. Bet there are loads of funny stuff there. Let’s face it. Who doesn’t like a fart, err sorry, flatulence joke
Gotta laugh sometimes or go nuts!
"Your poop... is good.... FOR ME TO POOP ON!!!!"
Can always depend on you to have our backs! You make me smile 😊.
I appreciate it.
If you read the entire post you may not have been so rude to a person that could show the best of us some virtue. She has cared for her mom in her own home, at her own expense for 14 years and counting. If anyone has a right to vent it is Needhelpwithmom.
Before saying something hurtful read the question.
I had a friend I went to high school with who thought of himself as an avant gard (sp?). He moved into an old two story reck right after he graduated. Every room was a different form of art. He put an old poloroid camera in the bathroom and every one who went #2 was expected to take a picture of it and pin it to the bathroom wall. This was the eighties so of course we all thought it was cool.
Does sound cool. I was an eclectic young person too!
After our LOs pass, we may (hey, *maybe* perhaps we should) long to experience ANYTHING from them again ... be it constant poop/pee talk, or being cursed at and blamed for all evils in the world ... EVERYTHING ... and give thanks for ALL OF IT!
BUT. While our LOs are with us ... it's normal and healthy to seek relief -- or at least, a chance to vent -- about all of the above.
HUMAN caregivers *need* relief valves. Venting is a vital one. Who among us can maintain *endless* patience 24/7 for months/years/decades?
That is fabulous! I love it!
I love talking about her childhood with her. So interesting how different it was. She can be charming when she isn’t obsessed with poop! Haha
She always goes back to same old stuff. Just hard to listen to a million times.
She has tremors due to Parkinson’s. Can no longer do hobbies.