Muddear woke up about 3:00 a.m. this morning to use her bedside commode. While on the commode she starts yelling for help, stating that she cannot breathe. As usual, I reminded Muddear that the oxygen cannula was sitting on the top of her head. Once settled, I left her room to return to bed.
Within five minutes Muddear was yelling for help again! I went back into Muddear's room only to find her sitting on the commode with her left leg across her lap, while digging in her sock.
"What is wrong Muddear? Why are you yelling?"
"Somebody stole my money!"
"Muddear nobody stole your money. It is in the middle of the night and I am going back to bed."
"Yes they did steal my money! Whoever put me to bed took my money out of my sock!"
"Muddear, you put yourself to bed. How do you think someone stole money out of your sock while your foot was in it?"
"Yes they did! Yes they did take my money! I did not put myself to bed!"
"Muddear, I am not going to argue with you. If you don't stop yelling, I am going to shut your door - the kids are sleep and it is a school night."
"I don't care about the kids being sleep! I want my money back!"
I left the room and shut the door, while Muddear yelled at the top of her lungs! How can I convince Muddear that we are not stealing her money?
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Stealing
Last month, Wednesday, August 29, 2007, in Money...Money...Money...M-O-N-E-Y I wrote about Muddear's obsession with money and how against my better judgment, I gave her $10.00 dollars. In Faster Than Expected posted on Monday, September 3, 2007, I shared that within five days, Muddear had lost $5.00 of the $10.00 dollars I had given her.
On Saturday, September 22, 2007, as expected and less than 30 days from the initial post, Mike and I have officially become thieves. It all began so innocently...I was sick and Mike spent the day running back and forth to Muddear's room fulfilling her every wish. Around 8:00 p.m. after dispensing medication, Muddear began calling Mike. She said she needed a new sock, because her sock was wet. That was when Mike discovered that Muddear's housecoat had fallen into her bedside commode and was dripping urine down her leg and onto her feet. (I know - bad visual) After cleaning everything, including Muddear's legs, Mike also helped Muddear change socks. Then the drama began...
"Mike come in here! I need you to come in here!"
"What's wrong Muddear?"
"I'm missing something. It was in my sock. Give me my sock back."
"Muddear, what are you missing? I will check your sock."
"Just give me my sock!"
"Muddear there is nothing in it. What did you have in your sock?"
"My money! Give me my money!"
"I don't have your money. That is why Nikki gave you a container to place your money in - so you wouldn't lose it."
"I didn't lose it somebody took it!"
"Muddear, nobody stole your money."
For the next hour or so Muddear was yelling and screaming. There was no appeasing her and everything Mike said to her started another argument.
"Mike, give me my money back! The reason you won't come in here is because you know where my money is!"
"Muddear, I don't know what you did with your money. The reason I won't stay in your room is because I am not going to argue with you."
"You know you took it! You know you know something about it!"
At this point, Muddear began calling on the wrath of God to get Mike. Poor Mike was getting frustrated and I was too sick to intervene. We just let her fuss herself to sleep. Was there any other alternative?
On Saturday, September 22, 2007, as expected and less than 30 days from the initial post, Mike and I have officially become thieves. It all began so innocently...I was sick and Mike spent the day running back and forth to Muddear's room fulfilling her every wish. Around 8:00 p.m. after dispensing medication, Muddear began calling Mike. She said she needed a new sock, because her sock was wet. That was when Mike discovered that Muddear's housecoat had fallen into her bedside commode and was dripping urine down her leg and onto her feet. (I know - bad visual) After cleaning everything, including Muddear's legs, Mike also helped Muddear change socks. Then the drama began...
"Mike come in here! I need you to come in here!"
"What's wrong Muddear?"
"I'm missing something. It was in my sock. Give me my sock back."
"Muddear, what are you missing? I will check your sock."
"Just give me my sock!"
"Muddear there is nothing in it. What did you have in your sock?"
"My money! Give me my money!"
"I don't have your money. That is why Nikki gave you a container to place your money in - so you wouldn't lose it."
"I didn't lose it somebody took it!"
"Muddear, nobody stole your money."
For the next hour or so Muddear was yelling and screaming. There was no appeasing her and everything Mike said to her started another argument.
"Mike, give me my money back! The reason you won't come in here is because you know where my money is!"
"Muddear, I don't know what you did with your money. The reason I won't stay in your room is because I am not going to argue with you."
"You know you took it! You know you know something about it!"
At this point, Muddear began calling on the wrath of God to get Mike. Poor Mike was getting frustrated and I was too sick to intervene. We just let her fuss herself to sleep. Was there any other alternative?
Monday, September 3, 2007
Faster Than Expected
Today is Monday, September 3rd exactly six (6) days from the day I gave Muddear $10.00 dollars. Would you be surprised if I told you, she cannot locate the money? All day she has been "covertly" asking us if we have seen a $5.00 dollar bill lying around. Of course, none of us have - my guess is that she probably threw the money away accidentally. Who knows? I only hope we don't move into the "logical" next step...accusations of thievery.
I'll keep you posted!
I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Money...Money...Money...M-O-N-E-Y
Muddear has quite an obsession with money and has been asking for it daily. It is not my intention to cause Muddear to feel devalued so I never tell her "NO" outright. Instead, I tell her that I have to go to the bank and make a withdrawal from her account then surreptitiously pretend to forget. Ultimately, I hope that she will forget that we ever had the conversation. Why you ask? Because Muddear either gives all of her money away or loses it.
It is not uncommon for Muddear to forget where she is. When this occurs she mentally reverts back to the days when she lived independently in an apartment. During that time in Muddear's life, because she never obtained her driver's license, she would pay people to either run her errands or chauffer her to wherever she needed to go. Whenever this occurred Muddear always paid the individual for their assistance. I am sure you can see where this is going...
When Muddear has money she tries to pay us for pushing her while in her wheelchair from the bathroom to her bedroom. Or she wants to pay us for getting her a drink of water. Muddear will try to pay the kids for handing her tissues. Or the aide for facilitating her bath. She will not take NO for an answer so we secretly return it back to her room when she is not paying attention.
Eventually Muddear begins to lose the money. This of course sets off a chain reaction...Muddear thinks people are stealing from her and starts hiding the money in her socks, under the pillow, rolled it up in toilet paper and stuffing it in her pocket, or anywhere else she can think of. Within a month all of the money is gone and Muddear begins accusing people of stealing her money.
In spite of it all I gave Muddear $10.00 dollars yesterday. We'll see how long it lasts.
It is not uncommon for Muddear to forget where she is. When this occurs she mentally reverts back to the days when she lived independently in an apartment. During that time in Muddear's life, because she never obtained her driver's license, she would pay people to either run her errands or chauffer her to wherever she needed to go. Whenever this occurred Muddear always paid the individual for their assistance. I am sure you can see where this is going...
When Muddear has money she tries to pay us for pushing her while in her wheelchair from the bathroom to her bedroom. Or she wants to pay us for getting her a drink of water. Muddear will try to pay the kids for handing her tissues. Or the aide for facilitating her bath. She will not take NO for an answer so we secretly return it back to her room when she is not paying attention.
Eventually Muddear begins to lose the money. This of course sets off a chain reaction...Muddear thinks people are stealing from her and starts hiding the money in her socks, under the pillow, rolled it up in toilet paper and stuffing it in her pocket, or anywhere else she can think of. Within a month all of the money is gone and Muddear begins accusing people of stealing her money.
In spite of it all I gave Muddear $10.00 dollars yesterday. We'll see how long it lasts.
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