I’m not proud

It’s taken me all day to put together my earlier post, and some of you may think I’m a bullying daughter and it’s no wonder my family have distanced themselves from me.

I have compassion by the truck load, I love deeply, fiercely, passionately, and I care.
Yesterday, it was obvious that the soft approach was getting nowhere, and to some extent, everyone had given up on Mum and were just leaving her alone apart from the basics.

I am not proud of myself for bullying her yesterday, but I felt it had to be done.
Our paramedic friend has said he’s seen it so many times when people take to their beds during illness and then after recovery can’t be bothered to get up until eventually they are bedridden and can’t get up at all, so end up hospitalised covered in bed sores and infection.

I don’t want that scenario for my Mum.
I accept she’s been ill (bronchitis).
I appreciate she’s old (currently 92).
I realise she has dementia.
I know she’s cantankerous.
She’s always been stubborn, but usually responds to a well placed verbal kick.

I’ve always told her like it is.
I won’t stand for her silliness as far as her health is concerned.
I refuse to pander to her when she’s feeling sorry for herself.
I won’t give up.

Nobody lives forever.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll have my Mum in this life, but you bet your ass I want as many years as I can get.
I’ll continue to be the black sheep of the family, they can all be the goodie two shoes good guys, but if being a bitch gets results, so be it.

happy birthday

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to I’m not proud

  1. scifihammy says:

    It is obvious you care deeply for you Mum 🙂 She is very old, but that doesn’t mean she has to give up. Keeping her pain-free and as active as possible for as long as possible is all anyone can do.

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