Archive for May, 2014

Since Feb. 8th, I have been helping take care of my dad. It started out with a trip to the ER. I have driven my mom and dad to nearly every dr. appt. I’ve also driven my mom all over creation – back & forth to the nursing home, shopping, hairdresser  sometimes back and forth between places for paperwork, to sell their truck, the bank, the medical supply store. All the while, not asking for gas money or even getting a thank you, or acknowledging I am taking time away from my own family.


Over the past three+ months, I have taken time out to help but it all came to an end over an argument over a few drops of water on the floor. I was getting my dad a glass of water (in the special double handled cup I made him, mind you) and got a few drops of water on the floor.  My mom freaked out and started screaming that she ‘just mopped the floor!’ and I was making such a mess. I didn’t do anything malicious. Or purposely spilling water across the room in a frenzy. I was getting my dad, who is now a paraplegic, a cup of water. And I got some droplets of water on the floor. So, of course, now I am a horrible person who is creating more messes than they are helping.  I was shocked. Astounded, really. And offended. Here I was offering help. I’m the only person showing up (who’s not getting paid) to help them. Every day. Every. Freaking. Day.


I have to be done. I can’t do this anymore. I feel put upon, used, and mistreated. I don’t deserve to have my feelings hurt and I should not be treated like that. It took me an hour to drive to and from their house to help out, countless hours doing PT exercises, using a Hoyer to move him from wheelchair to recliner or bed, errands, appointments, yardwork.  If a few drops of water are a reason to yell at me and make me feel like I am more of a bother, then for my own sanity, I am finished.