Just back from my mum’s after a massive argument. It was my grandsons 18th yesterday and as I’m not single, I took his card to see him in the garden (thunderstorms predicted). Took mum’s shopping to her first (I’m her carer, so do go in). Went to see her today and boy did it kick off. I really can’t handle the titty lip and not being spoken to, which then escalated into the fact that I should have apologised that I wouldn’t be taking her with me. Suppose she could have sat in the car whilst I gave him his cards but a 40 minute each way journey whilst she points out which shops, cafes and pubs look open, drives me mad. Escalated into a huge row as she thinks no one wants to go near her, so they mustn’t like her.
She seems to think I’m making it all up, the fact it’s scary enough making sure everyone is safe (husband is high risk).
We were getting somewhere just before lockdown, had the memory clinic mental health psychiatrist visit along with the social worker. Initial diagnosis of psychosis and dementia. She won’t see the psychiatrist again (doesn’t trust him) and has told the social worker she doesn’t need to see her. Then covid hit and she has now been discharged back to the gp.
We’re back to ‘I’ll do my own shopping’ again, she’s aware shops are opening tomorrow. It’s going to be a nightmare if she goes out.
Feeling thoroughly fed up with sorting shopping out for her when she can’t tell me what she wants, then accuses me of taking things out of her cupboard. The time involved ordering medications, getting them delivered, organising district nurses etc just to get moaned and shouted at.
Sorry for the long moan, just needed to get it off my chest.