I just can’t even explain the literal shit I had to deal with. It started with a distinct smell, but first I assumed it was just the dog, who had not been shaved “down there” for quite a while. I threw Sunshine in the tub and did a deep clean, not knowing at the very same time in the next room over, Karen was having a play dough party all her own. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and smelling when I walked into her room. 😵 🤢

She was oblivious to the world. And then flipped an emotional switch to mad and yelling at me when I tried to clean it up.

Knowing we were not going to get anywhere until she had been given her medication to calm down, I attempted multiple times and ways to get that tiny pill in her mouth. Clenched teeth, pressed lips. No way in Gods green earth was she going to budge. I finally had to walk away when I thought she may hit me. I scooped up what poop I could to at least get the “bulk” away from her. Came into my kitchen to take a few deep breaths, ate a bowl of oatmeal (after throughly washing my hands twice), then went back in her room to try to get that pill down. I turned on her church music loud, singing along, offered her her protein chocolate drink, then slipped the pill in a straw. Finally! About 30 minutes later I could get her and the room cleaned up without the threat of being hit and yelled at.

I took a picture, but its too much…. so I sent it to my siblings chat as a “how’s your morning going?” …. Sorry, not sorry. 🙄 😉

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I'm trying to live the most meaningful and intentional life possible. Minimalist, Vegetarian, Fierce protector of a full night sleep, Mother, Wife, Daughter -caretaker, Sister, Friend, Nurse. Sharing day to day life with family and friends. A quest to minimize effects of Alzheimer's Disease. View all posts by KaGardn1