I retired from work just two weeks ago and am now back at 'home' to help care for my aged mother.
My father died three years ago and she is only really just adjusting to this. Not in good health with cysts on her lungs, antibiotics help but she then suffers with terrible mouth.
She is in a lot of discomfort and is disorientated and frightened. I told her that I would sleep in her lounge if that would make her happier and her reply was," I don't want to be a bother." As if she hasn't done enough for us all our lives.
I have been doing her garden for her. She is happy that it is weed free and has some colour. That was easy in comparison to trying to clear Dad's veggie garden! I can honestly say that A) he was recycling way before it became the in thing. B) Under everything there is something. C ) Something is under everything!
I feel that I am just moving bindweed, ivy, docks and other weeds to find the remains of rotted cold frames, panes and panes of glass, flowerpots by the hundreds, rotted sacking and polythene and enough wood should it still be growing, to form a forest!
I ache from pulling weeds, shifting rubbish, lifting heavy tubs of broken glass and trips to the local recycle plant.
Yesterday I found a tin storage shed in one corner that was about a foot covered in ivy. It took me ages to clear the ivy and when I did, to get the roof off. (The shed is actually worth keeping as it is sound) Started clearing out more flowerpots and found a stash of booze! There must have been about 40 bottles of wine, none opened, packs of lager, many rusted out, some spirits. I emptied the lot as it was no good! No doubt there are some very drunk slugs and snails!
Just my luck that one of the cans exploded as I grabbed it so I stank like an old brewery.
I confess that I am finding caring for Mummy harder than any physical work.