I have been a caregiver for many years now. Taking care of the elderly has been a privilege and hard work. So now it is a humbling experience to be the recipient of care. I had surgery on my foot and have to keep it elevated for a couple of weeks. The past several days I have had a caregiver coming to care for me. I feel all my secrets have been exposed . . . that extra roll around my middle, my fastidiousness, etc.
As I gain a little more mobility, I feel I am regaining myself. To turn over my care to another is disconcerting, to say the least. Being helpless is not a comfortable feeling. It is giving me a sense of how it feels when I am caring for someone else. You need to make allowances for the caregiver’s way of doing things – your way is not the only way. Still, it can drive you a little crazy to see someone else’s handiwork where things are not exactly the way you do them.
There are clients I’ve had that instructed me step-by-oh-so-minute-step how to do every task, telling myself this person thinks through these things day-in, day-out, with little else to think about as the days wear on. I understand a little of that now.
I am more than grateful to have a wonderful aide who has stood by me this week as I transition back to a somewhat more active life. Knowing the recovery is going to be 6 – 8 weeks long, I better learn how to be fully independent again. Home care is not cheap. But I have to admit, I like my knee scooter. It’s like having a skateboard and I can move much quicker than otherwise, especially as I’m supposed to be off my foot (do they really think that’s entirely possible?)
It’s good to be back.