Long Nights

The past few nights, Muddear hasn't been sleeping well, which means we haven't been sleeping well. Last night, Muddear used her wheelchair to barricade her bedroom door multiple times. Each time I tried to enter her bedroom, I could barely open the door because she was sitting in the wheelchair behind the door. Either Mike or I would move her chair, but nothing would stop Muddear, even Mike physically lifting Muddear out of the wheelchair and into the bed.

Sometime around 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. this morning, I awoke to Muddear yelling. Once again, I was barely able to enter the bedroom, because this time, Muddear's wheelchair was behind the door while Muddear sat yelling from her shower chair across the room. Her room was in somewhat disarray so I took a few minutes to do an assessment. That was when I noticed Muddear's trash can contained liquid instead of the normal garbage bag. You guessed correctly, grandma urinated in the trash can. All I could ask is why?

Muddear explained that she could not see the the commode. Although, I struggle with that train of thought... how could she NOT see the rather large bedside commode but could see the little trash can? After some additional questioning as well as observation, I discovered that Muddear had also urinated partially on the floor. There I was - somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m. cleaning Muddear's room and fussing. I was really bothered by her behavior. Finally, Mike came to Muddear's room - I think first to provide morale support and second to tell me to come back to bed, because he said...

"Nikki, you sound like you are arguing with a little kid. Put a depend on her and come back to bed."

This morning after thinking more about the situation, I plan to purchase Muddear a nightlight for her bedroom, even though she has a lamp on her nightstand beside the bed. Additionally, I thought more about her medicine schedule - it was off yesterday, which may have contributed to her confusion. Whatever the cause, I pray for a good night's sleep tonight.