Writing in Snow

Sometimes I just want to give up

Word count: 539

It’s about sunset in Las Vegas. I just finished reviewing three items on writing.com. My mother is in her bedroom angry over something; I’m not sure why she is angry. Mom has Alzheimer’s and get angry easily over anything or nothing at all.

Since Mom is in her room sorting her cloths, I’m going to do some housework. Mom wants to do it herself, but never gets around to it. I’m going to get as much of it done to night as I can, but I probably won’t get out of the kitchen.

Mom went to bed, her anger makes her tired and she goes to bed. I gave her the Alzheimer’s tablet; it’s a time release generic, which is all her HMO will pay for. I think the medication is working because part of the day she act almost like her old self. Mom needs new eyeglasses, which she is going to get on May 6 or there about. On Thursday, she will pick out the frames and after that, the glasses should take only a few days.

Mom also needs a hear aid, which is more expensive then the glasses. Tomorrow she has another appointment to see about a hearing aid. We had an appointment last week concerning a hearing aid, that price was $1,400 and we couldn’t qualify for a loan. I’m going to attempt it again tomorrow all though I doubt anything has changed. Still miracles do happen, so I’m going to attempt again to see if there is a way we can get Mom a hearing aid.

I think there may be a way to get a reconditioned hearing aid, but I’m not sure I like that idea. Hearing aids, like dentures, is something that needs fitted to the individual using it. A reconditioned hearing is just another way of saying the hearing aid is used and it’s been reconditioned, but it isn’t fitted to the person getting it. At least that is my understanding.

The hearing aid appointment is for tomorrow afternoon. I like making Mom’s appointments in the afternoon because she is usually in a better mood. Of course, in winter and on cloudy days it doesn’t make any difference. Not seeing the sun seems to have an affect on her mood and emotions.

Sometimes I just want to give up, but that’s not going to help either Mom or me. I don’t think putting her in an assisted living factuality is going to help, in fact, I suspect it may make her more depressed and unhappy.

Mom biggest problem is her short-term memory loss. She can’t remember where she places her glasses or her white belt when she take them off. She get extremely upset when she can’t find them and begins to cry. Fortunately, I’ve been able to find her glasses and white belt when she misplaces them.

I hope a new eyeglass prescription will help. If the glasses fit her eyes properly, she is less likely to take them off and lay them down. At least, that is the theory. I’m hoping in this case that’s the way it will work. I just have to keep on keeping on and write or do housework between looking for misplaced items.