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Originally Posted by Mopey
Rose, acushla, I’m very much with Una. As they say, deciding to change is easy; actually changing is hard. Maybe that whole struggle is what it’s all about, who knows?
And I’m familiar with the bind you can get in with musculoskeletal drugs vs gastrointestinal drugs. I wound up with similar problems recently what with arthritic knee vs stomach ulcer. It was Hell.
Please keep talking to us when you can so we know how you’re doing. You dont have to be doing well. You can be climbing the walls, whatever. These things take lots of time, and tiny steps forward and backward.
And listen, Rose, now that you’re easing off a bit with your bf, will you please come and take care of me? You sound like one hell of a personal assistant!  |
What I do for my bf, I used to do professionally. I worked for 8 years in my 30s as a private nurse. Clients were very pleased with me. My responsibilities then were more limited. Typically, these people I cared for had domestic help. I didn't have to clean the house or cook. They had housekeepers and cooks and secretaries. Plus they had nurses round the clock. I worked my shift, then handed the caregiving over to my relief. For 5 years, I've had no one relieving me. When the home attendant is here I can sleep or go out for a few hours. It's never long enough to feel really refreshed.
I'm not exhausted today, like I was yesterday. Now I'm going to work on the kitchen. This evening, I'll visit him at the nursing home. I'm not going to be defensive. If he complains about the facility, I'll hear him out and refrain from discussing it much. He's there now, and he's staying there for awhile. I'll do the kitchen and drop accumulated laundry off at the wash-and-fold.
Even if I just get a few things done daily, it will add up. Then the apartment won't be in chaos. Also, I can sleep at night without disturbance. I will feel better day by day. Then I can see what I need to do next.
Thank you all for supporting me. Two relatives called me this morning, which I appreciate. One was a sister I rarely hear from. She was nice and the call was heart-warming.
My plan: spend most of the day catching up on what I need to do. Visit him evenings. Then sleep. I have a lot at home to catch up on. It will take days and days. Meanwhile, he will stay put. When he insists on coming home, I'll say "Not yet." and I'll stick to that.
If I get mixed up and start wanting to "rescue" him, I'll wait and explore that impulse here in my thread. The "rescuing" is a bad habit.