My mother is 86 has replacement hips and a knee, on warfarin, oromorph and a myriad or other medications. Over the past few years there has been a steady decline in her mobility so we have adapted her house to accommodate this with stairlift, riser chair and bed, walk in shower etc run errands, drive to appts, doing shopping then online shopping. I have to add at this point that everything we have ever done, or had installed has been met with complaint after complaint, there is in fact always something wrong, nothing is good enough.
Two falls and two infections last year resulted in hospital admissions and subsequent care home stays. Initially my sister and I juggled this between us, then after the last stay my sister moved into my mother's home to help her. Fast forward 8 months and our mother's health deteriorated to such an extent that she was unable to walk. My sister who was still there was doing absolutely everything and my mother seemingly was unable to do anything without help. By this stage we have commodes up and down as she is just about able to transfer herself to use these. Throughout this time my mother would talk as though she was doing my sister a favour, giving her 'free board and lodgings' her exact words. We enlisted the help of social services, occupational therapy and free carers were provided. They lasted just a few days, the complaints and derogatory comments from my mother were never ending so mum got her own way and they were asked not to come anymore.
Eventually the time came and my sister was able go back to her own home ( she lives abroad) and much to our surprise and with our mums agreement a care home of her choice was found, we visited and she loved it, couldn't wait to go. We were relieved but also just waiting for the next inevitable issue to arise. She was there possibly a day and the complaints started about absolutely everything, the staff, the food, the residents, the laundry; everything you could possibly think of but mostly the cost as she is self funding. It was continuous and never ending and it just wears you down. At this point I wanted to prove to her how difficult it would be for her to go home without help as according to her she was doing everything for herself when in fact she was doing very little. She would constantly lie and say the carers were telling her she shouldn't be there, she should just get a taxi home etc etc. Social services and OT took her home for a day to assess her and it was painful to watch but she is so fixed in the belief she 'can manage' and became aggressive when confronted with things she blatantly could not manage, she seemed to have completely forgotten the last 8 months and kept saying things like I have lived in this house for 10 years, of course I can cook a meal what are you on about etc. A care plan of 4 calls a day was put in place and it was made clear to her that this was the condition of her being able to return home even though she was still saying she didn't need them and would soon 'show them the door'. All this time I made it clear that all of this had to be independent of me; I do not have the emotional or physical strength, or time, to be involved in this anymore.
It proved impossible to find a care agency that could meet her requirements and even though I was adamant that I would not intervene, her continual phone calls, crying, complaints, lies and threats to leave became so intolerable that when I came across a care giver that was able to provide the necessary care I took her to meet my mum. If you could give an Oscar for a performance then my mum would have got one that day, she was even kissing this lady's hand telling her she was sent from god, thank you thank you thank you etc. So she has been home for a couple of weeks and guess what, she is doing everything for herself, she does not like her, she can't cook, she is in and out, she stays too long, she had a coffee, she sweats, she has a cold, on and on.The most common is time and time again, how much am I paying her, what is she supposed to be doing for me, she's not a proper carer you know etc etc etc Anyway she is now going in just mornings and evenings as I was sick and tired of trying to justify why I was trying to help her. She is now pushing and dragging herself on a spare commode into the kitchen and over to the stairlift, she is getting up and downstairs before the carer arrives in the morning so not getting dressed at all. I called in on the first day without the daytime visit and she was on the commode in her dressing gown in the kitchen pouring a tin of soup into a jug for her lunch, the commode in the living room was full and without a lid and she calls that managing. I had taken her some food which she later told me she couldn't eat it it was awful so not doing that anymore. She made stew of meat and boiled vegetables just that meat vegetable and water which she tells me she ate for three days and it was delicious. She is now wanting the carer just once at night and tells me she doesn't need her and she miraculously is now able to walk to the toilet. She is constantly saying she wants her groceries delivered but will not accept that she cannot get to the door so unless the carer is there it is not possible. She seems to have developed a selective memory when it suits her which is infuriating; I have told her this is what her attendance allowance is towards and no matter how many times I tell her she will say whats that, I didn't know I was getting that, whats that for. Worst of all is she has no appreciation for what I have done and continue to do so she can be at home, she has just told me she won't ask me to do anything for her which is unbelievable. Sorry this is so long but I feel like I am banging my head against a brick wall constantly. I have stuck to my guns with the twice a day carer calls but sometimes I just feel like saying ok stop everything and just get on with it on your own but I know that it will all fall down on me again.
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