I want to start off this blog post by emphatically saying that my Mom, as my caregiver, takes EXCELLENT care of me! It took me a number of years to come to terms with and accepting the fact that a caregiver was necessary for me. I’ve said before that I thought me and my Mom were just hanging out but she was really taking care of me. It was after my meniscus surgery that I really realized and accepted this fact.
My latest surgery, coupled with my progressing disease, lead me to my motorized wheelchair. I’ve had it for over a year and a half and it has proved most beneficial for me! I sit in a wheelchair all day long. The fact that I have a motorized chair allows me to recline and raise my legs. Raising my legs is imperative for me now!
So, here are the facts: my Mom takes excellent care of me and I sit in a wheelchair all day long. We discovered last night that even with excellent and preventative care, pressure sores happen. I have a pressure sore. I’ve had them before and it is not fun at all! They are painful and they progress to major problems very quickly! Here is where my Mom comes in! She is excellent at handling this.
We use a combination of ointments and creams to help relieve the pain and aid in it’s healing. Our use of an ointment that is paid for by Medicaid and I have also purchased a different ornament that really helps with the healing! I am so grateful that I have my Mon as my caregiver to take care of this!
I purchased these jars of zinc oxide on Amazon and with it’s generous application, these sores seem to get a lot better and a lot quicker!
I recline in my chair most of the days to relieve pressure on my bottom because that is where the pressure is! Given that I sit all day long, it’s necessary to address the pressure sore as soon as we discover it! So, today, as my Mom addressed the sore, she started to say, “Sus Nalgas” and she would begin to giggle. Once the sore was taken care of, she constantly said it and laughed. I knew what she was saying because I had heard her and my aunts say it often as I grew up. Translated, it’s Spanish for: “Your buttcheeks.”
Well.,. She’s NOT wrong! I guess it’s one of the perils of being a wheelchair user and having MS for 19 years. I’m so grateful that my Mom takes such EXCELLENT care of me in times like these!