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The aches and pains of growing older…suck.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
With the wet weather we’ve had, the horrible weight gain I’ve had over the last few years, and the damages done lifting The Curmudgeon from floor far too many times, my back and knees are shot.
To top that off my Achilles tendons are screaming in pain all the time, and my feet are constantly cramping up.
It sucks to get older.

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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Old age, Writer
Make it quick for me
Posted by doggonedmysteries
This afternoon we are going to what we angrily call a ‘no care conference’ at the nursing home. They had us come to one of their “care conferences” last month and it was pure BS with a topping of crap. (Yes, those are air quotes, people.)
It seems to me that if they want to present a professional front that they’d actually hold these “care conferences” in an office. Oh, hell no. Last time, even after confirming the appointment with us TWICE, they “forgot” we were coming in. Then they had us stand in the middle of a four patient room and gave us a trough of horse crap about nothing to do with the MIL’s care. (OMG and this place has a US Government ranking of three and a half stars higher than the one my Mother was in!)
If the day comes, that I am mindless and dying a slow death, I hope that one of my friends will have the kindness to push me in front of a speeding bus or put a bullet through my brain. I want a quick death not a lingering one.
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Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Elder, Family, Fiction, Healthcare, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Nursing home, Old age, Post A Day, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing
And so begins another year
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I heated a tiny personal pan pizza, opened a small bottle of champagne, and toasted in the New Year alone. This was a first. DH usually celebrates with me.
However, DH had had a rough day, he was in bed and sound asleep by ten. We had a meeting at the nursing home about his mother’s care in the afternoon. After finding out the nursing home had his mother on a full code, we talked to them about putting a DNR on her. This was not an easy decision. We’re both certain that she wouldn’t want to have special measures taken to revive her at this point. We’d discussed this amongst ourselves for years. It’s a quality of life thing. She’s barely there mentally now. She knew all too well how important quality of life is and she, loving her independence as she did, would be rather pissed if any other decision were made and her life prolonged at this stage.
Yesterday was the third anniversary of my mother’s death. It was not a happy day in this house. The day kept reminding me that all of my immediate family is gone. I do thank my lucky stars that I have aunts and cousins that love me and keep in touch.
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Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, New Year, Novel writing, Nursing home, Old age, Writer, Writing
Nursing homes plunder and pillage and the Government lets them
Posted by doggonedmysteries
The nursing home wants DH to sign his mother’s assets over to them today even though her insurance hasn’t run out yet. Yes, now they’ll be able to loot her checking and savings accounts with impunity. Once they’ve cleaned out every dime, they’ll appropriate the house. Meanwhile, we still have to pay her bills.
The Government doesn’t give a damn. The fleecing of the elderly and their families happens daily. Senators and congressional representatives have their own insurance and they don’t pay into Medicare. When it comes to medical or nursing home care, their families have no worries. The Government pays for it.
Unfortunately, we baby boomers are aging and most of our parents are either dead or elderly. Short of hitting the lottery, I see no help for any of us who are in the middle class. We will have nothing to pass on. We will lose our homes, savings, and worst of all we’ll lose our dignity.
Our Government is telling us to spend, spend, and spend some more to stimulate the economy. Well, they certainly do spend and the problem is what they spend it on isn’t it? Please take care of things at home and if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
The Marie Antoinette ‘let them eat cake’ attitude is alive and well down there in DC. How many of them have to worry about the cost of necessary medications and then walk out of the pharmacy without them so they have enough money for food?
They should walk in our shoes for a while and then let’s see how many tell us to go spend money that we don’t have.
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Tags: Author, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Home, Life, Love, Medicare, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Nursing home, Old age, Writer, Writing


