I can’t believe it’s been almost 5 months since I last saw mom in person. I remember trying to talk myself into patience of waiting just 3 weeks until everything would return to normal! (I now don’t think we are ever going back!)
Mom appears to be stable from the few live chats I’ve had with her, her facility has really gone the extra mile to create a fun environment and to create opportunities for connections and to coordinate everything in the absence of family members participation.
Her facility set up courtyard visits for July, but just this week has canceled due to an uptick in our state of covid cases. I wasn’t planning on going anyway because I seem to be in the category of having a protracted bout of covid. I’ve had so, so many of the odd symptoms that you read about, and I have yet to string together a full week of feeling better in over 4 months! It’s been maddening. Just last week I had a full relapse of lung difficulties, but no fever! (Along with headaches, aches and pains and a chronic sore throat). I’m getting enough oxygen (according to my home pulse/oximeter), but it feels like my lungs/bronchial tubes have been scorched. I’m chronically exhausted (I’m lucky enough to be able to take 2-3 hour afternoon naps because I don’t have many responsibilities at the moment - and am truly grateful that mom is in a facility given these circumstances). I have tried every home remedy and have only found juicing somewhat able to alleviate symptoms for a few hours at a time when they get really bad. (Turmeric, ginger, garlic, citrus, carrots, apples, etc.) I’ve spent too many nights awake and worried about what the heck was going on.
Mom doesn’t totally understand all the fuss over the pandemic. I’ve had a few calls from the facility re:behavior. I’m always saddened and disheartened for those because I feel sorry that the outbursts and preservations cause the staff grief, and I’m sorry for mom for acting in a manner she wouldn’t normally.
My brother has made a few window visits (I’m so glad she’s on a first floor!), and continues to not follow rules and guidelines from the facility (like, don’t bring food to residents), which I then hear about from the staff (like I have any sway over a 50 year old man! He didn’t listen to me when we were kids growing up and nothings changed on that front!). I am grateful though that he is well enough for live visits.
I’m sure my experience with the pandemic and this disease (CBD/PSP) is not unlike others; I’m trying to remain optimistic for when this is all behind us.