I’ve explained about my mum’s health in the past. She had a severe stroke over 3 years ago and a section of her brain was reduced to mush. That’s not my word but the word used by her consultant at the time.
She had anxiety issues before the stroke but now these problems are worse than ever. We’re due to attend an assessment which might help her, but I’m not sure. I don’t know if the stroke, and the confusion she has as a result of this injury, and the other complex issues she suffers from, mean that this will never be resolved. It could just be the way she’ll be for the rest of her life.
It’s hard on those around her but however hard it is for us, it must be hell for her. Everything, every single thing, scaring her to the point of panic every day.
It must be a living hell.
Here’s a list of a few things that have stressed my mum out to the point of a meltdown, a full screaming, shouting meltdown, in the last 24 hours.
- The washing machine. Too noisy
- The washing machine. ‘Should it be that quiet?’
- Toilet rolls. 7.54pm ‘We’ve only got 5 to last until tomorrow.’
- Her anxiety medication.
- The hoover is in the wrong cupboard. Mum went to the cupboard and the hoover was missing. She got stressed by this. Completely unaware of the fact that I was about 15 feet away using it. To hoover.
- The cat. It came into the room.
- The cat. It left the room.
- Teabags. Two boxes of 240 teabags might not last. I suggest they’ll last for at least a month. And then leave the room to bang my head against a door.
- I said that mum’s stress levels were stressing me out a bit. Bad move. This made her stressed. I’m stupid and selfish. I told myself this but it’s good to have it confirmed by my mum.
- Me leaving the room. Not quite sure what she thinks that I’m going to do. Possibly discover another Drawer of Doom piled full of paperwork that need sorting out.
- The other Drawer of Doom we’ve just discovered.
- And now we’ve got a Cupboard of Doom. FML.
- There’s not enough milk in the fridge to last until tomorrow. There’s 8 pints (2 x 4 pints) and another 8 (2 x 4 pints) in the freezer. That’s 16 pints of milk. But still, that’s not enough to last until the shops open. I ask if mum was planning to bathe in it. Apparently that’s unkind.
- The door is too noisy.
- After oiling the door and cleaning it up, the door is now too quiet.
- The washing machine. Again. It’s taking ages. It’s been on for 15 minutes.
- The fish looks horrible and shouldn’t be eaten.
- The potatoes are too round.
- The other potatoes aren’t round enough. Potatoes are stupid.
- There’s some French writing on the boiler. Does this mean that the boiler isn’t an English boiler? Is it going to work okay in England? What if it suddenly explodes.
- The kettle is too empty and might boil dry.
- The kettle is too full and might boil over.
- Going to see her grandchildren. She can’t do it. She won’t do it.
- The clock on the oven is incorrect. It’s 4.30 but it says 16.30. Why is it doing this? It’s never done this before?
- The cat’s dead. I assure her the cat’s not dead but sleeping. She pokes it and the cat wakes up. Then scratches her.
- The cat might die later if it’s sleeping like that. And when it scratched her it looked like it was having a stroke.
- The washing machine is taking too long and it can’t be right, it’ll flood everywhere so best take a look in the washing powder drawer to see if it’s okay.
- The water splashes out through the open washing powder drawer and onto the floor, so the washing machine must be broken and we need to get a new one.
- The next door neighbour shouldn’t be playing piano at this time of day. At 4.45pm on a Saturday.
- The window looks closed but actually it’s open.
- The locked window is open. The window that’s closed, locked and very shut is open. It’s open Spencer, can you shut the window? It’s closed mum. Locked and shut. But Spencer I can SEE it’s open and it shouldn’t be open. Why is the window open? Spencer please just shut the window. The window is open. The window’s not going to shut. What am I going to do if the window won’t shut? What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I…
Thanks for reading.