My mother moved to an independent living center 1 month ago. She did this for several reasons, some good and some bad. My father passed away in 2005. Momma has ALWAYS been the security for everyone in this family. None of us could ever imagine life without her, especially since Daddy's been gone. She turned 80 this past year, and it's hard to see her beginning to age, and to show her age. She's always been so young at heart, healthy, and on the go. In the last year she seems to have slowed down alot. Many days she doesn't feel well, but isn't sure what's wrong. The upkeep of the house became too much for her, and I guess she needed a quieter, easier life. It has totally rocked our world. How is it that seemingly overnight so much has changed?
My family has moved into her house this week. I've spent a month working on things in the house, painting, shampooing carpets, etc. We got everything into the house yesterday, but it's all in a shambles. Our bed is finally set up, and we managed to get the couches somewhat arranged. I've been going non-stop for the last month with packing Momma up, moving her, packing my stuff up, moving into the house, and cleaning the old place. I've sweated enough you'd think I'd have lost about 20 lbs. The humidity has been really high here. Going outside feels like a sauna, but you sweat indoors too if you're working.
I'm really, really tired! I really, really miss my mother. Change is hard. There's still more change to come, but I'm not going to go into that right now. There's always good that comes with bad, and bad that comes with good. I hope I'm learning whatever it is I need to be learning from this change.
My Restless Leg Syndrome has really been acting up lately, and has been worse with all the physical activity I've been doing. I'm not sleeping well, usually only for 3 or 4 hours at a time. Than I have to get up and move around. I sometimes have to lay down during the day for a couple hours to make up for lost sleep. I think I need to get a new plan of treatment for this thing before I go crazy.
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