A Familiar Feeling of Tired

Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,

Mike and me at Te Anu, South Island, New Zealand 29 October 2019

It’s amazing how much can change in a year. This above photo was taken just shy of a year from Mike’s diagnosis of dementia.

Over the last couple of postings I’ve talked about Mike’s restlessness, his agitation, and his saying he doesn’t feel right in his own skin. I called the doctor’s office about this yesterday and didn’t hear back. Today, Mike asked to go into the office and talk to the nurse. He had to have been feeling really bad, since his usual comment is “Don’t tell the doctor about this!” Mike was pacing, and would sit down, then stand back up. The nurse came out, spoke to us, and I carried my phone with me the rest of the day, waiting for a call back. I set the phone down, to put clothes into the laundry and, of course, it rang. And before I could get to it, the ringing stopped! Darn! I missed the doctor’s call. I called right back, and ended up with a member of the medical team telling me the doctor was prescribing a medication for severe anxiety.

We went to pick up the prescription, and there were only 8 pills. Mike is to take one every 6 hours as needed. I gave him the 1st pill in the car, before we left the pharmacy parking lot. When we got to the house, Mike demanded I give him the medication, so he could take it when he determined he needed it. Nope, not going to happen! I told him he wouldn’t need the pill through the night, he would be sleeping. He got a little testy with me, but finally quit arguing. One of the side effects of the med is sleepiness, and by 6:15 he was having a difficult time staying awake, so I encouraged him to go to bed.

An hour after Mike went to bed, I heard him in the kitchen for a few minutes, then total quiet. It’s now almost midnight, and I’ve not heard anything from him for a while. I am beginning to feel the lack of sleep. Last night, after I’d set the alarm for the doors and windows, the wind was really blowing, and about 2:30 I heard the alarm go off. I had to get up and check to see if Mike had gone out. He was asleep, so I went to each door and found the one for the garage, had popped open at the latch, even though it was locked. There was the culprit, found at almost 3 am. I got back to bed, and eventually back to sleep, but I’ve been tired today.

I remember being this tired when the girls were really ill, and they needed someone to help them. Between running home I.V’s for them, and daily treatments, plus normal stuff, like cooking, cleaning the house, etc. It’s a familiar feeling of tiredness and needing a break, but knowing one wasn’t going to happen for a while. I was a lot younger then, I don’t have the same stamina now – I must, even more, trust God to place the necessary people in my life to encourage me though out this journey.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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