Something is not quite right with my uncle. Yet I cannot put my finger on it. My cousins have cleaned his house and made sure that he has food in the house. But I don’t think he is eating. He does go out often with friends to a burger joint. That not only is expensive, but is also probably not good for him. I can see where my aunt was frustrated. My uncle loves to spend money. But I am not sure what he is spending it on. He is lonely. That worries me. I think he is falling again. I have called his doctors – they are being less than helpful. My hope right now is that he starts taking the correct medicines. Maybe that is the issue. Talking to Fred is like talking to a 4 year old; he gets confused easily. Did I mention I am worrying?
Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up.
Proverbs 12:25
Fred went to court this week. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be dealing with a criminal court. It certainly is a new world. Thank goodness for my guardian angel. I would be lost without him. As Fred’s attorney explained, court this week was uneventful. It basically was a role call. Case put off for another month.
Things are also weird with my aunt. Fred hasn’t been to see her – at all. He doesn’t want to. Perhaps she doesn’t want to see him either. They moved out the mother in law. The folks that moved her out I think took some items of my uncle’s. I told my uncle not to worry – it was just stuff.
I think we are still at that crossroads. I kinda feel like there is a truck getting ready to run us over.
Caregiver Musings 