At the age of 96, mother has moved on to a care center. Yes, I know it’s a nursing home but I refuse to refer to it as such. She has lots of adjustments to make but, somehow, I never considered how much it would affect everyone else. So….I won’t be posting much in the upcoming weeks…maybe a photo here and there with a short description but, right now, I think my brain in just about fried and I can think of nothing else but getting done what needs to be done in order to make this transition as easy as possible.
|A bag of marbles found tucked in a dresser drawer at my mom's house. I suspect my aunt entertained|
my son some 30 years ago with these. I will keep them for him...they will touch his heart
and bring back good memories.
Looking over the last two weeks…
- I have filled out financial forms about six times, repeating the same information over and over.
- I have been up until 2 AM printing out 5 years worth of bank statements for review by Medicaid.
- I have preplanned a funeral, not because I wanted to but because Medicaid required it.
- I have met with a hospital social worker.
- I have met with the administrators of the care center (who are angels in disguise).
- I have met with the financial department of the care center (and I am still in shock).
- I have spoken to more speech therapists, physical therapists, aids, nurses, doctors, visiting nurses then I have family members.
- I have packed what seems to feel like several tons of clothes for recycle, yard sales, and washing and I'm still not done.
- I have visited the care center almost everyday, hoping and praying this transition will go smoothly (and then the staff told me to cut back).
- I have forwarded all the mail.
- I have met with a realtor and signed a ton of paperwork.
- I have met with the attorney.
- I have called the oil company.
- I have stopped the milk delivery. And of all the things I have done, this was by far the hardest and the only one I cried over.
Yes, I am losing my marbles.
My blog posts have never been as frequent as I would have liked. Life has too often gotten in the way. Going forward, after all the dust has settled and all the paperwork has been sorted and filed, I will hopefully resurrect the creative gene, however creative that might be. In the meantime, I'll be watching all the wonderful blogs I follow and trying to post a photo here and there and hope my followers hang in with me. After all, this blog thing has been keeping me sane and going for some time now.