Home after a week at mom's. As usual, we had nice time just doing the usual. I don't plan big while I'm there, because most of my energy is directed towards helping her move safely about the house, cooking meals, taking care of all things domestic because she can't do any of it. Her Parkinson's is making her muscles even more stiff and it was quite difficult at times to get her up out of bed, or a chair. It must feel like shit to have your body lock up like that. I am patient with her, and even funny with her because she likes a good laugh. But it is wearing. We are up 4 times a night to get her to the bathroom. It's not just like waking up and shuffling off the john, and, back into bed you go. It involves time, effort, the long slow walk to the toilet. When she's safely there, I sit on the bed and wait. Then it's up again to assist her back to bed, and position her until she is comfortable. I work up a sweat, I tell you. And I know I have 2 to 3 hours before we do this again.
I truly, honestly, do not understand how my 83 year old father can do this. If I'm worn out after a week (with a caregiver three days of the week), then imagine what he must feel like. His trip this past week was sorely needed, and he did have a great time eating lobster, taking the ferry to Martha's Vineyard, visiting friends, driving around CT and NY.
I'll leave you with something funny. It's the least I can do.