The old man is old and has a difficult life
Let's talk about the trivial things in life
On New Year's Eve, my mother finally returned home after a week in the hospital** due to pneumonia and bronchitis caused by a cold from the cold. After returning home, my second brother has been taking care of her and serving her food.
At that time, we didn't have winter break, and I planned to pick her up at my house after winter break. Mother said she was going to take a shower a year ago. After the winter break, I quickly arranged things at home, checked the weather forecast, and found that there were a few days of rain and snow after January 30th.
I hurriedly called my nephew and asked him to send his mother to take a bath before the 30th. Seeing that the weather was not bad for those days, I immediately filled the solar energy in my home to make sure that my mother had enough hot water when she bathed.
On the thirtieth day, my nephew sent my mother to my house. My sister asked me to go to the outside bath and book a private room to bathe my mother in **, so as not to make her cold again when I took a bath at my house.
On the afternoon of the thirtieth, when I turned on the solar-powered faucet, I found that the water was not warm, but piping hot. And when I turned on the bath bomb in the bathroom, I found that I could take a bath at home.
That afternoon, I helped my mother and children with a bath. I've finally accomplished one thing on my mind. Before I took a shower, I weighed my mother on the scale at our house.
She weighed only 5145 kg. She lost 17 pounds so much! You know, my mother is 1.65 meters tall, and when I weighed in before, I was 120 pounds.
Since the summer vacation, she has not eaten well and lost weight, but I didn't expect her to lose so much weight in half a year! Seeing my mother so thin that only her skeleton remained, I felt very uncomfortable.
Her meal was good, but she hasn't recovered in the past six months. It's still the reason why no one takes good care of her, and I want to take good care of her during the holidays.
I asked her to try on the new clothes she bought for the new year, and to my surprise, my mother was very happy to see the new clothes and didn't blame me too much, just said that she had a lot of old clothes to wear.
I told her that those old clothes should only be worn on a regular basis, and that they would not look good during the Chinese New Year or when they visited relatives, or when their grandchildren got married. My mother was very happy in her new clothes, and I was even happier to see her happy than I was to wear new clothes myself.
During the day, my mother was fine, but when I went to bed after 10:30 at night, she began to cough constantly, although the voice was not loud, but because I was by my side, I couldn't sleep.
It seems that the mother's illness has not fully recovered.
My mother coughed for a long time before she fell asleep, but I stayed awake all night. Thinking that tomorrow I must go to the pharmacy and buy her some cough medicine. The next day she told me that she hadn't slept well last night because she forgot to bring sleeping pills and took one before falling asleep.
At dinner in the morning, she drank a bowl of porridge, and also ate a meat bun and an egg, and said that she had recovered well and her appetite was the same as before. My children and I only drank a bowl of porridge with shredded potatoes.
Unexpectedly, my mother ate more than us, and my son originally wanted to eat steamed buns with shredded potatoes, but there was only one steamed bun left, so I suggested that he let his mother eat meat sandwich buns, and he didn't eat them himself.
My mother's food used to be good, but now she doesn't dare to eat more. This is because she eats a little too much in the morning, which causes indigestion, a swollen stomach, and phlegm in her throat.
I tried to take her out shopping, but when I got downstairs, she couldn't walk. In the past, at the age of fifty or sixty, she walked like a fly, but now she is struggling, which reminds people of the ruthlessness of the years.
Last night, my mother coughed again in her sleep, and although it was a small voice, it disrupted her sleep and affected my rest. Although I have given her medicine twice, when I fed her last night, she firmly refused, afraid that she would have to cough frequently at night and need to wake up at night.
I have found that since my mother entered her eighties, her physical condition has been very different from what she used to be. She no longer eats and sleeps as much as she used to, and once she eats too much, she has problems with her digestive system.
Moreover, her physical recovery ability has also been greatly reduced, and her walking speed cannot be compared with the past. If she is not taken care of well, she will most likely die as she said.
Therefore, I think that after the elderly enter the age of eighty, every day is not easy, and their lives have entered the countdown. Therefore, please be kind to the elderly, especially your own parents, as the countdown to their companionship has begun.