Monday, December 03, 2012
Mom's scheduled for a PET scan this afternoon. She's treating the staff better today after I told her yesterday she needed to stop being so mean to them. They had psychiatric services in to talk to her-more drama. They told her one of her daughters thought her accident was a suicide attempt. She went off when I got here, accused me of it. I told her they asked me if that's what it was when I got here Friday night!?
What the ____ was I supposed to say! I told the truth. Not with my niece in the car. If she had been alone? I really can't say no. I can't honestly say she can be trusted to be alone with all her meds. I never know what the next phone call will be. She is now mad as hell at me.
The PS lady asked if she could come up with me. She said no. I let her know that she makes it sound like she is not loved or wanted and that's hurtful. "That's not what I mean and you know it" she says. So I told her that's not what people think when you say the things you say. My sister and her husband are taking care of things mom has not-for whatever reason. I hate being in this position, but she will not see reason.
They asked her this morning if this is what my dad would have wanted for her. She had to admit not. But she just doesn't care. She doesn't seem to want to recover. She hasn't cleaned her house in forever. I don't think she had done dishes in a week (she had been sick, but still). She now has the early stages of COPD and refuses to stop smoking. She doesn't want to.
Pray for me. Please keep praying for all of us. Because right now all I can manage is "Lord, do something with her"