Not that it should be any surprise, but my h***ish battle continues with my mother's daily obsession to have a bowel movement. She is craving an enema......the same as a drug addict craves their next fix. I refuse to buy her this enema pack. I give her laxatives regularly.......for it's the only way she could possibly go. The day that she has her bowel movement is like heaven.......and then the battle starts until she has her next movement. Today.....the battle is brewing. She is arguing with me saying that her stomach hurts. I told her she had a bowel movement Sunday and she called me a liar......according to her, she never goes. She refused to take her medicine this morning......she told me to "stick them up my a**".......this comes from a 89 year old lady. (she turns 89 in April). Is is possible for anyone to be to crazily obsessed with having a bowel movement??? She thinks that once she has an enema then she will be cured......and then be able to go regularly without laxatives. Again, I'm 54 and my life consists of being a 24 hour a day slave.companion/caregiver. Is life fair???
Anyway, yes, it's back to money, the good old almighty dollar. You lay claim to having your fair share. I have to ask, and continue to ask, why aren't you using some of it to HIRE really, really good care takers for your mom part time? I don't understand why you aren't doing that if you have the means to do so. It would solve quite a bit of your problem, wouldn't it? It would give you a break and allow you at least some life, some relief, outside those four walls you claim you're trapped in. What most of us wouldn't give for that kind of opportunity. I'm beginning to wonder if Daenerys Targaryen was right on Game of Thrones. Maybe people really do learn to love their chains.
Anyway, you have the means to get the desperate help you need. Do that or why don't you? Or, do what I did, simply walk away and let your mom discuss her bowel habits with the walls. You can do that much at least. Make a habit of it. Your mom is obviously well enough to discuss her bowels all the time. Surely she can get that you don't want to discuss those issues quite that much and aren't thrilled at the thought of having to give enemas. God forbid. A professional who deals with these things all the time might be in order. I couldn't have done it even if my mom asked a million times. But bet I'd find somebody that got paid to handle it in a skinny second, that same day, had it become necessary. There are some things that people around here have had to deal with that I don't think I could have done. If you don't want to give enemas, find an alternate solution and hire a pro to give her one if she's insisting on it, or take her to see a doctor if the situation is dire enough to warrant wanting an enema for relief in the first place.... Maybe a doctor's visit is in order by this point. The way you're describing life with your mom gives me a twitchy feeling and I'm not even the one dealing. Alternate arrangements, Roscoe. The sooner the better wouldn't you think?
ni-ice , poke , poke , yippee , im on it ..
if she insisted on an enema id trick her into swallowing a cherry bomb . gotta work smart .. F that hard way jones crap ..
In her later years, she forced her other son, who lived with her, to give her suppositories and enemas - what a horrible way to live.
I will never understand the obsession - I can only hope Mom doesn't get that way. Right now, I'm just dealing with the urinary incontinence and messy toilet habits because she doesn't clean up after herself. Small house with one bathroom means I have to pause before I use the bathroom myself to do clean-up, because she's left the toilet a mess. I should buy stock in the Lysol Disinfecting Wipes company....pretty sure if they build a new factory or offices, I will have financed it single-handedly.
She gets miralax in her coffee (1/2 dose) any time she goes a day without a movement. I refuse to give her enemas (although she asks often) and she must suppository herself if she insists on one.
The bathroom area is a line in the sand...if she can not routinely handle the bathroom chores...then we need another arrangement....sure there are a few problems but we cope...
Just need the right cocktail and find something else to talk about. Oh no - "What is for dinner?"