S is for Shit

I'm sorry for being so graphic, but yes, S is for shit.  I can't hide how terrible my mother is.  She wants us to keep everything secret, but I can't keep everything secret.  She thinks that it is perfectly okay to hide all of her health problems.  She thinks that is okay that she never does what the doctors ask her to do.  She thinks it is okay to hide that the minute she stands up, she falls and can't get back up for over an hour.

My sister knows that at times she is stressful.  It doesn't help in the times that she is causing a lot of stress, but it helps to have her know it and that she knows that she needs to be responsible.

My mother, however, only yells at me.  Yesterday, she yelled that she wasn't a baby or wasn't an infant.  Truthfully, she is a baby or an infant.

She always falls.  Every day, she falls.  She can't get up for an hour after she falls.  It takes her over an hour just to get to the bathroom from where she currently has her room.  (We REALLY need to get our rooms switched!).    Then, we need to get grab bars put on the walls so she can hold them when she's going from her new room to the bathroom.

However, what I need first is help to get our rooms clean.  I know people can't do things at the drop of a hat.  I know that they need to get things organized.  I'm not expecting people to do things immediately or know what to do immediately.

All I know is that this is really difficult.

Oh, and why is S for shit?  That's how my day started.  Yep, my mother gets up and she is icky and dirty.  At least she wears the store brand depends.  However, even that doesn't keep her clean!  She had shit ALL OVER THE PLACE.  I am not joking about this at all.

I couldn't even use the front bathroom (the bathroom) and had to use the back bathroom (the backthroom). It was so disgusting that I could not even breathe when I went near the door.  Briana was good today and cleaned, but I knew why she was feeling so bad.

While we did need some groceries, I said I would take her to a place to eat that wasn't too expensive.  Taco Bell worked fine for us.

However, yesterday, I had to take my mother do the doctor.  He told her to exercise by standing and sitting, standing and sitting, standing and sitting.  She hasn't done that at all.   She also insists that she's always okay, but she's not.  She has Asperger's and a neurological degeneration.  She spends money that she doesn't have and she expects me or Briana to always be able to bail her out of debt.  We can't do this because we are paying bills and household expenses!

I wish I could afford to put her in a nursing home, but I can't afford that!  It's $5,000 a month to be able to put somebody in a nursing home!  If she manages to live for 50 more years, that's THREE MILLION DOLLARS.

Is the bathroom covered in shit normal?  Yes, it is!  It may not be daily, but it's constant.  She doesn't cleaned up after herself.  She has the toilet covered in shit.  She has the floor covered in shit.  She has the walls covered in shit.  She has the sink full of shit.  It is literally EVERYWHERE.   Being that she has to come through my room to get to the bathroom, it's all over my room, too!

There are myriad advantages for her to be in the room I'm currently in right now.  However, there are also myriad advantages for me to be in the room where she is.  She wants to know if I have an ulterior motive to being in that room.  It is good for me, but the thing is, if she can't be in a nursing home, it is best for her to be in the room that is currently mine.

In that room, I also need to get a direct line to the Internet, get the electrical outlet grounded, and get another direct cable line.  Other than that, the house needs to be cleaned and then some heavy furniture needs to be moved.