Hell Day.

I knew there would be ongoing obstacles along the road of dementia with Mom.  Earlier this week we hit a HUGE one.  Mom decided to quit taking her meds.  She feels I control her by giving her the meds so she simply refused to take them, after all she doesn't need them anyway.

I ground the meds and did my best to hide them within her dessert.  She was onto me and threw the dessert into the sink and washed it down the drain.  The following day was what I refer to as "Hell Day".  She woke up early and angry.  She had an early ear dr appointment.  She raged on the drive there.  Hit me as we were getting onto the elevator.  Made a scene in the doctor's waiting room - calling me names and telling the others waiting that I had stolen all her money and left her penniless - and that was just the tip of the iceberg.  While she was having her ear exam I called her medical doctor and arranged to bring her there after the ear appointment.  One of the nurses in the office actually rode with me and Mom on the elevator and helped me maneuver her into the car.  The medical doc's office was close by - thank heaven for small favors.  The doctor saw Mom and then made arrangements for her to be admitted into an Alz/dementia hospital.  She will stay there for a few days while they get her back onto her meds.

Yep, Hell Day.