I have been so tired the past week I feel like I have lead weights under my eyes.
My husband has been very poorly, worse than I have ever seen him, but it is par for the course with COPD. My sister's immune system has packed up and she is in critical care with a relapse of viral encephalitis and now she has spinal meningitis. The encephalitis nearly killed her five years ago and left her with brain damage (no sense of smell, no navigation ability, and short term memory problems) and worst of all, chronic pain which can only be controlled by morphine.
The docs have no idea why my sister had a relapse, but she is improving and mentally there appears to be no damage. She lives in New York and I have not seen her since December. I cannot even talk to her because there is no phone in critical care. When I first learned she was ill I told my husband I wanted to see her. Not only is it torture not being near her, but she has been taking care of all the admin involved for my father, his home and carers. My father has been in and out of hospital in the past six months and my sister has managed all of that. She goes way overboard and have told her so ... but she bit my head off. I think all of the stress contributed to her getting sick now.
I wake up very early every morning and cannot go back to sleep. On the one hand I have my husband not wanting to eat, coughing violently and telling me he, "wishes it was all over." When he heard my sister was improving all he said was, "good, you don't have to go now."" Have to go? I WANT to go. Me screaming at him followed. He refuses to go in the Hospice because he cannot do what he does at home - smoke and sip whisky all day and night. At the same time, he is extremely ill, very dependent and I would have to pay a carer to stay with him all the time because he is refusing the hospice.
So, I have my husband with not long to live, my sister with life-threatening illnesses and my 93 year old father with demetia and a failing body. Heck, I am not surprised that I am stressed, but I have never felt so trapped by caring. I know once I can speak to my sister I will feel better, but there is no assurance that her state of health will improve. It really just hit me that there is no way I can ever get to her quickly and it has me distressed. I actually found myself more than once with the thought that I wish my husband would hurry up and die . And of course, that distresses me as well. Argghhh!
My husband has been very poorly, worse than I have ever seen him, but it is par for the course with COPD. My sister's immune system has packed up and she is in critical care with a relapse of viral encephalitis and now she has spinal meningitis. The encephalitis nearly killed her five years ago and left her with brain damage (no sense of smell, no navigation ability, and short term memory problems) and worst of all, chronic pain which can only be controlled by morphine.
The docs have no idea why my sister had a relapse, but she is improving and mentally there appears to be no damage. She lives in New York and I have not seen her since December. I cannot even talk to her because there is no phone in critical care. When I first learned she was ill I told my husband I wanted to see her. Not only is it torture not being near her, but she has been taking care of all the admin involved for my father, his home and carers. My father has been in and out of hospital in the past six months and my sister has managed all of that. She goes way overboard and have told her so ... but she bit my head off. I think all of the stress contributed to her getting sick now.
I wake up very early every morning and cannot go back to sleep. On the one hand I have my husband not wanting to eat, coughing violently and telling me he, "wishes it was all over." When he heard my sister was improving all he said was, "good, you don't have to go now."" Have to go? I WANT to go. Me screaming at him followed. He refuses to go in the Hospice because he cannot do what he does at home - smoke and sip whisky all day and night. At the same time, he is extremely ill, very dependent and I would have to pay a carer to stay with him all the time because he is refusing the hospice.
So, I have my husband with not long to live, my sister with life-threatening illnesses and my 93 year old father with demetia and a failing body. Heck, I am not surprised that I am stressed, but I have never felt so trapped by caring. I know once I can speak to my sister I will feel better, but there is no assurance that her state of health will improve. It really just hit me that there is no way I can ever get to her quickly and it has me distressed. I actually found myself more than once with the thought that I wish my husband would hurry up and die . And of course, that distresses me as well. Argghhh!