My previous posts about our caregiver situation are signs that not everything goes the way I would like it. The fact that we have had 39 different caregivers since our previous Monday through Friday caregiver had to resign for health reasons is an indicator of a serious problem. Fortunately, that continues to get better. We now have someone who is with us each weekday except Tuesday. We are still looking for someone for that day.
Kate continues to have “Happy Moments” despite her having to adapt to the different ways that each new person handles the various aspects of caregiving. One of those occurred recently when I arrived home after lunch. She was glad to see me. I spent quite a while with her talking about her family. Music was playing in the background, and I started singing or humming to her. She was enjoying herself so much that I took a dozen or more videos of her. Each one is a treasure that I have enjoyed sharing with family and friends.
Later in the day and the next morning, I was reminded that more unpleasant things can also happen. Shortly after we ordered our dinner that evening, she became very agitated. At first, I thought she was responding to a pain in her right knee or leg. That is the one that was affected by the stroke she had almost two years ago. She hasn’t been able to straighten that leg since then. The caregivers and I are most sensitive to that. It makes it hard to dress and undress her as well as getting her into and out of her bed and into a chair. The problem for Kate is that she experiences moments of pain. We always know about it because she lets out a loud scream or yell. It is usually over as quickly as it comes, but this time she remained agitated, so we asked the server to prepare our meals for carryout and went back to our apartment. It wasn’t long before she was calm again, but this was unusual. It was the first time I felt the need to leave any public place because of a problem like this.
The next morning she had a panic attack. This is not the first in recent months and followed the pattern of at least two others. She seemed to be frightened. That fright was expressed in her facial expressions as well as a vocal response I couldn’t understand. She was hot, and her skin was clammy. I did what I had done before. I turned on some music that I know she likes. In this case, it was “Edelweiss. I got in bed beside her and sang along with the music. I played it several times in succession and then drifted to “True Love.” In a short time, she was calm again.
Considering everything, we have lived joyfully since her diagnosis in 2011, but we do have our “ups and downs”.
