The feeling of being punished is pervasive. I've tried dodging it all day. Being that I believe in the things that I do, I can't get away from the emotional rollercoaster that comes with being a caregiver.
The incontinence is getting out of hand. Today Dad has started hiding that he's got a mess. I don't know how to reach him when he goes inside his mind like this.
I can't put him in memory care without the doctors signing off. The last two visits I all but begged them to put him in house for evaluation. They won't do it.
The appointments I have to take care of my health keep getting rescheduled to address Dad's every need. This is not only not healthy for me, but the unfairness of it all is grating me down like shivering almonds.
The past month's yard work was for him to have a safe place to exercise...he refused to get up until noon or after all week, gets up Sunday at 6:20 mean as tar, and has been insolent all day today after sleeping until 2:30 pm.
How do we find a routine in that. I'm resentful af because I can't get anything done around home with him in constant chaos ...
that chaos is the root cause of my upset.
I don't function well nor can I focus with it.
I've taken care of some terrible children over my life time, but Dad takes the cake as the worst child I've looked after.
He's tucked in, and I'm angry, hurt, upset, and all that adrenalin will take hours to dissipate so I can sleep.
This morning I was able to get a phone call and some paperwork done. It's looking like I'm going to use up the hours tonight to get more done.
I'm just exhausted. Saturday's event wore me out and with Dad's ugly disposition and crappy messes I can't recharge.
Not knowing where to ask for help when the medical staff won't listen is the toughest. I don't have the energy to dig in more. Left feeling incompetent at the lack of support only leaves me feeling punished.
There is an end to all things, I even say that no thing lasts forever, but this thing needs to find its end as death would be a blessing for me, and that scares me when I start thinking that way.
Me, who claims isn't afraid of anything is deathly afraid of the current way I'm feeling. I used to think it was a noble choice to be Dad's carer, now I believe it's the dumbest choice I've made yet in my life.
I resent getting a life sentence to punish me for a crime I'm sure I didn't commit.