Gotta feed the poo.
I have a bowl of sugar and yeast working. I'll dump it down the toilet later to help keep the septic system healthy. I am drinking a cup of Mom's coffee to perk up my brain. The results in each case may be indistinguishable from the other.
Last month, I went from knowing nothing of the Medicare system to gaining a working knowledge just in time to get Mom's insurance coverage squared away before the Texas-based Medicare supplemental ran out. It was about as stressful as getting her moved.
I hope the stressful incidents will smooth out as we get things arranged and settled in. They should, I reckon. You get the framework in place and if it's a good structure, everything should perk right along.
I've never raised a child, but some aspects of this seem to mimic childcare. She waits for us to feed her dinner and supper and dutifully eats what's set in front of her, so I have the responsibility of seeing she gets proper nourishment. I have to hold her hand on the rocky drive so she doesn't fall. I have to figure out health insurance and things like that because it's really too much for her and a cruelty to make her do it.
So far she can keep track of her meds and is mobile and oriented and continent. I don't have to change diapers. It may never come to that and in truth I'm not looking forward to it.
Last month, I went from knowing nothing of the Medicare system to gaining a working knowledge just in time to get Mom's insurance coverage squared away before the Texas-based Medicare supplemental ran out. It was about as stressful as getting her moved.
I hope the stressful incidents will smooth out as we get things arranged and settled in. They should, I reckon. You get the framework in place and if it's a good structure, everything should perk right along.
I've never raised a child, but some aspects of this seem to mimic childcare. She waits for us to feed her dinner and supper and dutifully eats what's set in front of her, so I have the responsibility of seeing she gets proper nourishment. I have to hold her hand on the rocky drive so she doesn't fall. I have to figure out health insurance and things like that because it's really too much for her and a cruelty to make her do it.
So far she can keep track of her meds and is mobile and oriented and continent. I don't have to change diapers. It may never come to that and in truth I'm not looking forward to it.