my other, other full-time job
My grandparents’ care is getting more and more complicated, and my grandma’s ability to manage it all is sharply declining. I spent all day at the doctor with them, a new geriatric specialist that I had them switch to. It was a great move, right where they need to be, but boy oh boy do we have our work cut out for us as far as managing all the meds, appointments, etc. We got home, I made them lunch, and got to work cancelling unnecessary appointments and rescheduling the necessary ones for my days off. If I don’t go, I never get a straight story about what was said or done. Then I filled the pill boxes and made all the med changes in them. Then I typed a new med list, and hung up the new DNR/DNI orders on the fridge with the med lists, with a note to all the caregivers about what to do in case one of them becomes unresponsive and they have to call 911.
We currently have four caregivers that cover 7-2pm, 4-9pm, and 10-7am shifts. At any given time, one or two of them is out sick/family emergency/whatever. Or they are complaining to me about each other and I’m referee-ing. Or my mother is filling in and she and my grandma don’t get along, so there’s that.
It’s strange to be the “kid” in the family for the first 20 odd years of your life, and then suddenly BAM, you’re the adult. No one else can keep the story straight, get the right info, or keep on top of everything anymore.
And this on top of being a mom, working full-time, and being in grad school! Isn’t it amazing that I’m not single? Don’t even ask when I have time for my relationship…