It is heartbreaking. I have no words. My son and I visited this afternoon.
Down another half pound since Monday morning- 161 lbs or about 3 lbs lost of cheat day weight (half)
11 lbs gone in 16 DAYS- down from 14 lbs in 12 days
Wearing my 26 yr old junior college sweatshirt and it fits!
It’s been a very stressful week. My 3 yr old is sick again with croup, my mother was just moved into assisted living, and other things like stress eating and exercise.
Trying to get my very overweight 19 yr old son with Aspergers into keto and yoga with me- very worried about his health. He is 5’10 and 276 now. Today will be his first day.
Went to visit my mom today at the mental health facility.
Her dementia is far more evident now that her bipolar and aggression are under control, and it is sad to realize how much she’s losing. She clutches a piece of paper with my number and my dad’s in her hand all day long.
She was happy to see us- Maisie gave her hugs and kisses. Maisie was allowed in as long as a nurse was there to supervise.
My mom’s odd, frontal temporal lobe, filter lacking sense of humor shone through when I filled her in about the dodgy assisted living home owner guy. I mentioned to her that he’d been insistent that she needed to divorce my dad.
Mom: “What did he say?!”
Me: “He said you needed to divorce dad, he was insisting and asking when this would happen”
Mom: “I don’t remember spending time with him, did I give him a blowjob or something? Why is he asking this??! I don’t remember giving him a blowjob…”
She laughed and then said “Get me out of there, I don’t like that”
A few minutes later, with a straight face, she said:
“You need to tell your dad I want a divorce”… and she was back in her sad dementia loop again.
We could only visit for an hour, as visitation is 7:30-8:30 pm only.
When I got home, she called crying, saying we left too early. She read the sign, then saw the clock and realized we left at the right time.
She was both funny and heartbreaking tonight.
I have a sick pit in my stomach.
Trying not to have a panic attack right now… woke up to a call from the social worker at the psych ward my mother is currently in. Apparently, she can’t tell me much, due to some confusion as to whether or not my mother has given consent to release information.
HIPAA law is an asshole, in my opinion, at this very moment.
I am her POA (Power of Attorney). I’ve been having her ‘flag down’ a nurse every time I talk to her to give VERBAL CONSENT on the telephone since she’s been in this facility.
We did not have this type of runaround at Pine Rest, so it is very frustrating.
Things my mom’s current social worker DID/was able to tell me:
1. No, my parents aren’t compelled to divorce as per the group home owner’s questioning.
2. She is compiling a list of ‘safer’ homes that would be (in their mind) a better fit. AFC homes aren’t locked facilities. The doctor recommends a locked facility right now, as she is not stable on meds.
3. When I asked about the paper I received last night re: the mental health court hearing on the 6th, I was told that I should contact the court house- specifically a person in the probate court that the hospital itself deals with.
Apparently, there may not even BE a court hearing that day, as she was given 3 options and one was to waive the hearing- which would mean she would be agreeing to treatment.
Left a message with the guy the social worker directed me to and received a call back. He confirmed that my mother had indeed met with her court-appointed lawyer the other day and signed a waiver agreeing to comply with medical treatment… when I asked if this means I should still pursue the guardianship or not, I was told to absolutely do so.
Now I have to go to visitation tonight and have her sign a written consent form to allow these people to talk to me.
I am really anxious about this, all of it.
Pursuing guardianship is a lot of work and a lot of responsibility. I do already make almost all of the health decisions and do the legwork for my parents, but not in any official sort of capacity. My sisters don’t want the responsibility- they live far away and are very ill themselves.
Leaving guardianship up to a stranger would be unhumane and irresponsible, in my opinion.
I am going to vlog the rest. This is too much too type for me this early in the morning.
The group home guy also called, wondering if he was getting his rent.
The rent is the least of my worries. I was curt with him, because frankly, I don’t have patience for much more.
In addition to this, discovered A HOLE IN THE PEAK OF THE ROOF (had huge storms here all month) and been frantically calling roofers- and yesterday I burnt my forearm badly with hot oil while cooking, so this hasn’t been my week (or anyone else’s around me)
More explanations below in vlog:
My sister still has cancer, my mom is in a facility getting her bipolar/dementia meds leveled out, I am going through serious family problems and experiencing long term ptsd as a result of past child abuse.
Maisie is doing wonderfully! She is in Montessori school and is three now. She also does ballet/tap and adores it.
I have been on a ketogenic diet this year since July 10, 2017 per my cardiologist’s suggestion. I have also been using/wearing a fitbit charge 2, which has absolutely changed me from sedentary to active and I love it!
I am starting a vlog to chronicle my keto journey and just to be able to vent… xo
I just realized it… and my posts have been rather prolific. I can’t believe it’s only been 21 days since I started this blog!
I’ve been having a difficult time keeping up with it because I have SO much to do right now.
We have been really busy these last couple of days in my house- pie baking, adjusting to life without a baby minder, renovating a bedroom to turn into a studio, getting Maisie used to changes and new sleeping arrangements- I moved her (and myself) back into the master bedroom. I haven’t slept in it for almost 2 yrs. I had to be on bedrest, then after the c-section didn’t feel like hauling the baby up and down the stairs. She has her own room up here, but has never slept in it. She loves sleeping with me in my room, though.
I am so fortunate that this big hulk of an old house has about 7 ‘bedrooms’- though not all are used as such.
I rented a 20 yard (that’s meters for you non-Imperial folks) dumpster today and am cleaning out the basement and 3 rooms.
One of the rooms off the master bedroom is going to become a clothing room (because I can’t fit everything just into a closet and this 100 yr old house lacks adequate closet space to begin with). My basement suffered some flooding, so we need to throw out a ton of damaged stored items and books. I’m so sad that many of my favorite books were damaged. It’s painful to throw them out and see them in the state they are in now.
My oldest son, who hasn’t lived at home for about 5 or 6 yrs, moved back from Chicago today. He has an internet show that he streams, so we are turning one of the rooms into his studio. When he moves out (whenever that is- he says 6 mos- a year, but we love having him, so any amount of time is good), we will convert it to a playroom/toy room for Maisie/ guest room.
I haven’t been able to help with the basement, because I have to watch the baby. I don’t want her down there until we clean it out and bleach all the damp crud away.
We gave away 2 nice full sized mattresses today and I have some old washer/dryers that I will give to scrapper friends to haul out. I also am going to be leaving old exercise machines by the side of the road for people to take for free.
My basement currently resembles something from the tv show “Hoarders”. That is NOT good. I want to remedy this.
In my office, which I rarely use anymore, I will be setting up an interim studio for him to broadcast from… the room that will eventually be his must be gutted and drywalled and painted first. Hopefully this will all get done within a month, if he helps out.
I lost my SHIT on R this afternoon. Went to check on the dumpster progress and saw that they’d thrown away a box of expensive linens, heirloom ornaments, blankets I bought in Scotland years ago, 2 Louis Vuitton purses, leather and fur gloves, and a BAG OF COINS. I screamed so loudly that my neighbors came outside to watch as I scrambled/climbed that dumpster with Maisie attached to me in her Korean baby carrier (on my back). Apparently, they didn’t check the boxes they were tossing. NOW they will be more careful. Or. ELSE..
I probably won’t be posting as much, but I will be reblogging things I find interesting.