Another Day, Another Bird

 

It happened again, I thought I'd passed the test the first time, but it appears that was just a warm up.  Remember a few months ago the episode with the dead pigeon, well yesterday it was a beautiful Western Rosella.

I called in to check on my friend on the way home from work. As I entered his house I asked him how he was. His reply was "I'm both happy and sad" and with that he walked me to the kitchen and drew my attention to the very deceased Rosella resting in an empty plastic food tray on the sink. We talked about how pretty it was and he mentioned that he thought that a hawk may have knocked it out of the sky. 

So I suggested that we bury it to which he responded that he'd like to get it stuffed. "It's a good specimen and you don't see many of these anymore" I said I'd take it to someone and that we should put it in a paper bag and I'd find someone who could stuff it and drop it off to them. So the bird along with the tray it was resting in was carefully lowered into a paper bag and placed in the boot of my car. 

He thanked me for being so gracious and helpful! I suggested that we go to his favourite cafe for a coffee. By the time I took him home the memory of the bird was gone. 

Given the state of the bird and the lack of taxidermists nearby on the way back to my house I detoured past a bin at a local dog park, which I knew would be emptied first thing in the morning. As I walked towards the bin, I thanked the bird for its beauty and apologised for it's method of disposal. 

I wonder how many more deceased birds he'll find. But as long as he still sees the beauty in them and has the capacity to care enough to take them home, I'll keep dealing with them.

Lib xxx

Photo Credit:  https://rewildperth.com.au/resource/western-rosella/

Learning to Fly

 Bob's been learning to fly, he's gradually spending more time out of his cage in the evening. Once I'm home he gets quite bossy, climbing around the door of his cage looking for the the way out. When I open the door he climbs on top and around the outside of the cage and when he's got his bearings he takes flight. His first couple of laps of the living room were a bit hair raising but he's got used to his wings now and can navigate shorter distances and land decisively.

It was a proud mum moment 2 nights ago when he flapped his wings and flew a short distance from the top of the cage to my shoulder. I'm now one of his favourite places to land. I'd always hoped that I would be able to let him have his wings. Now 2.5 months into our journey together I'm happy to report that I haven't had to clip his wings and that all they've done since his been with me is grow.

Tonight he's spent a few hours out of his cage, it at times has been challenging to type as he keeps walking around my laptop. For a moment it reminded me of all the times that Charlie would rest her chin on the keyboard as if to say " enough mum, I want your attention" Looks like furry or feathered, animals have a similar reaction to laptops and smart phones. 

Lib xx

The Era of Walking and Shifting Time

 My friend has gotten a lot more active of late. We live in a regional town and his house is about 20 mins walk from the main street and his favourite cafe. We now have a GPS watch which is my back up for when his phone goes flat or he forgets to put his phone in his pocket. 

His favourite Cafe is owned by an Italian family and in the evenings it is an Italian Restaurant. They love him and are so kind to him when he's there which is why he keeps going back, sometimes 3 times in one day. His short-term memory is poor and he'll often forget that he was there an hour earlier. But the beauty of a small town is that he is for the most part in a protective bubble and 5 days a week I'm never too far away. 

There's also another attraction to this business, one of his current stories is that I own the cafe and he's coming to see me. In reality I work at a resort 1 kilometre from the cafe but no amount of reminding him where I work has stuck.

Being active and walking is fabulous for his brain and his mental health. But I will admit when the increased activity first started a couple of months ago it stressed me out. I'm learning to loosen the reigns and let things flow. I'm never far away if he gets a bit lost and I keep an eye on where he is via his phone and the watch. I know the trigger points of where he starts to get lost, and I phone him as soon as I realise he's at that point. 

One day when the era of walking kicked off, I was half an hour away and noticed he'd walked into town, I called him and he'd said he was going home. I checked in a few times and after noticing he'd taken a wrong turn out of the dog park, on the way home, I proceeded to spend 20 mins on the phone with him, talking him home. 

We're working on keeping him independent for as long as we can and as long as he doesn't go looking for me in the middle of the night, we're ok.

Which leads me to time, he has no concept of it. This evening after I left work, I picked him up from one of his walks. I had some jobs to do at his house and decided to stay until it got dark as there was less chance of him going for his 3rd walk of the day if the sun was down. 

I looked out the window and commented that the sun was going down, his response was " it’s a bit unnatural, isn’t it?" I questioned what he meant, and he asked me what the time was "it's evening 5.30pm. His response " oh I thought it was mid-morning" 

20 mins later he said "I might go for a walk" I replied "no it's getting late" he responded " it's only morning isn't it? " I responded to him and said he was shifting time!

Needless to say I held my breath as I left and I've been checking that he's phone and watch are both saying he's home ever since.

Winter is finally descending on us, and his wings will be clipped for a while. But that then creates the challenge of how to keep his brain active and stop him going stir crazy through the winter months. I have some plans in place and we'll pivot as we need to.

Lib x

Photo by Jérémie Crausaz on Unsplash

Bob

 

This is Bob, well that's his working title that kind of stuck! I had planned on maybe giving him another name like Ziggy or Claude, but Bob just kind of seemed to fit his personality. We're about 8 weeks into our adventure together. He's hand trained and he's been slowly getting used to me. 

I have thought about getting another dog, but I've been indecisive about what breed and then there's an inner resistance that tells me I'm just not ready. Saying goodbye to Charlie was massive and I really don't know at what point I'll be ready for a new fur child. I guess it will all happen when it's supposed to, so for now it's just me, Bob and 5 goldfish. 

Lib xxx

Self- Doubt

I have something that I could be doing that would solve a lot of financial issues and be potentially life changing. But I find myself sitting in self-doubt, not wanting to move forward incase I let someone down. 

The evidence to the contrary however is constantly building and it's very evident that where I fail is in not giving myself enough credit. If I step back and view my current reality with a wider lense it's pretty clear that I can do hard things, I have the ability to be creative and pivot at a moment's notice. Being a dementia carer is honing those skills. It's just that I automatically apply those skills in my role as a carer for my friend, so rather than standing out to me I just see it as the norm. 

It reminds me of job interviews when they ask you how you would handle a certain situation and your mind goes blank. Because so much of what we do is day to day and is literally done on auto pilot. There is no narrator of your actions, they just are.

The answer to fear is being brave and as I've said in an earlier post because we don't analyze our actions on a daily basis few of us realize how brave we actually are. Most of us tackle the hard stuff on auto pilot and it's not until something new that we have time to ruminate on comes along that we throw ourselves into self doubt. It's the contemplation and the stories that we tell ourselves that are what sink us into fear.

I may have mentioned it before but there is something that being a dog mum taught me. Dogs lack the part of the brain that creates story. It's how you can yell at them one moment and the next moment they're giving you kisses.  They are so in the moment that their brain says I'm being yelled at and then they move on. As humans we would attach the story about why we're being yelled at, how it makes us feel and how mean the other person is. Dogs don't do this.

In the last few months in order to get through the sadness of loss and be able to function I've used this as a technique. I can think of what happened even tell someone about it and I'm ok as long as I don't attach the story and the emotion. The only thing that cracks me when I'm doing this is when someone is being compassionate to me.

Which leads me to think that this concept could be useful for facing up to situations that provoke a fear response and hold me back. Maybe if I be 'like a dog' and drop the story I may be able to push through and maybe that thing that I need to do may actually get done.

Lib xxx

Photo by Kelli McClintock on Unsplash

 

Unstuck

A couple of days ago I unstuck myself, I've been stagnant for months waiting for a shift in energy. When we sold my parents' house, I kept a lot of their furniture to replace the mish mash I'd collected over the years.  There were also books and belongings that my sister and I wanted to keep, and then on top of that boxes of things that we didn't have time to sort. We underestimated how long the pack up would take and as a result my sister and I have both absorbed boxes, furniture and appliances into our homes. I've had the boxes and furniture, in almost every room including the front hallway and I've been oscillating around where to start. Until a few days ago I couldn't see the way to fit things in but finally something shifted in my head, and I unstuck myself. I started to see the solutions and find a way forward.

I'm not sure if it was the David Kessler grief webinar or his book that I'm listening to on audible, or it could be the Jenna Kutcher Pinterest marketing program I just signed up for. One or maybe all these things propelled me forward.

The night before last I rearranged my bedroom and it's starting to look like the sanctuary I'd envisaged. And then then last night I tackled my art room. I reassembled the Ikea sewing desk my parents bought me when I was a teen and subsequently became mums' office desk and now here it is back as my sewing desk. There was a lot of mowing things around but I'm finally starting to see pockets of space reappear.  It's far from perfect but it's a start. 

Slowly I'm starting to get my motivation back, I'm seeing the possibilities again and there's a sense of urgency to get going. I need to make some changes and move away from the 9-5 work environment. It's time to create my world the way that I want it.

The grief is still there, the sense of loss I feel for my Dad and Charlie is huge. David Kessler says that the grief doesn't get smaller we just have to learn to get bigger. These same words were echoed in a video I saw of Robert F Kennedy Jr talking about the losses in his life. He said, "while our grief would never get smaller, our job was to build ourselves bigger around it". 

I'm working on the getting bigger and I'm working on finding the pieces of me that got pushed to the side last year. My current reality still has me in 2nd place to the people who need me but I'm gradually working towards carving my own space in amongst this reality.

Little by little I'm starting to find my way forward. For now I'm unstuck and that's a big step in the right direction.

Lib x

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Hesitant

 

Last night we sat and watched the Magpies in my friends backyard. They've gotten to know us and come right up to our feet to feed on the seed we scatter for them. Magpies have good facial recall and long memories, which is a contrast to my friends slowly declining memory. I find it interesting that the magpies presence is increasing during this time.

My friends facial recognition still appears to be ok with people he sees frequently. He's starting to recognise his friends from the day centre when he's with them. If I talk about them he has no clue who they are but as soon as he sees them he knows the face, he may not remember exactly who they are but the face is familiar. 

A week ago we had our quarterly appointment with the Geriatrician. After many questions regarding my friends progress she turned to me and said that I needed to take a break from my carer responsibilities. She told me that the #1 reason that people end up in aged care is carer burnout. She turned to my friend and said that sometime in the near future I needed to have a holiday away from him. He agreed but I don't believe he fully understands what it means.

I'm hesitant to take a break, the thought terrifies me. At this moment in time it's actually impossible, there's no one to step in. Maybe later his family will be able to help. But always in the back of my mind is the thought that if I'm not present everyday he may forget me. It's probably irrational, we've been a constant in each others lives for 29 years, but the fear is still there. 

There's also another side to this, I don't want to miss a second of all the happy moments. We have a lot of laughs together, his dry sense of humour matches mine. I want to stay present because I know all to well one day I'll be left with only my memories. The last few years I spent with my Dad and Charlie taught me that I have to savour the moments. 

I understand what she is saying about carer burnout, I've been at the brink a few times in the last 6 months, but with no other options I call on my inner resilience and keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have no choice but to be a superwoman and I want to be superwoman, I don't want to miss a day. 

I'll think about what she said, but for now I remain hesitant. 

Lib x