Heard the dingy bell this morning and that means she rand her bell to get out of bed.
Put her slippers on her and sat her on the edge of the bed.
When she tried to stand, her hip and leg didn't want to support the weight so we pivoted to her bedroom chair and sat her down.
A few minutes later, we tried to get her into the walker seat and it was a rough go.
I pushed the walker to the bathroom and we talked about getting her to the toilet to prep her brain for the mobility challenge. Then we took the 6 step walk to the toilet and she almost fell down.
We finally manage to get her seated on the toilet and her back wouldn't support her weight so she flipped over.
I told her I have to call the ambulance if she can't sit up. She cried. I cried.
We waited and struggled to get her upright. It was painful for her.
It took about 20 minutes for her to go pee and adjust enough to find a position that would let her self support.
We got back to the walker and she couldn't self support herself in it and we cried again. I'm not ready to lose my mom.
I had to walk on my knees and use my arms and head to stabilize her so we could get her to her recliner.
We cried the whole 15 slow push to the chair.
When we got to the chair, transfering her this time was fairly easy.
Oatmeal breakfast got served to her and I set up her meds and milk.
I thought I was ready for my freedom from this burden of caring but I am clearly not. She doesn't want to go to the hospital and I'm not sure what kind of time frame I have left with her.
I needed to vent, I'll head back to the rest of the forum now and let y'all be.