So Friday my brother and I found a nursing home for my mom to stay at. It was a very hard thing to do. He had me go hunting. I checked to see which smelled which did not. I looked to see if patients were bruised and if the place had light, were the patients happy? Did the staff pay attention to them?
Well basically my mom was so confused she really did not understand where she was going and it seemed OK that she was there. My brother and I cried after we were out the door and wondered if we did the right thing. I happened to say, "At least she is a happy crazy, Right?"
Wrong.
Last night I went to see her with my daughter in tow. Gonna see grandma. DO DO DO... It was pure hell. She was trying to bust out of the place. She swears her roommate was murdered. There is a conspiracy. She needs to call the FBI, CIA, State Troopers, She grabbed my daughter and told her to run hide in the mountains. If they try to feed her, don't eat it. It is poision. I removed my daughter from the situation. Suddenly this woman who could not walk Friday had OOBER strength and stood up and was ready to box. All the freaking venom and fire I saw as a youth was back and I shrank. I did not know what to do. I kept thinking...you are an adult. You know what you have to do. Now what is it?
She told me that she wanted her son......he is out of town on a trip this week. She wants to get out of here. They are holding her against her will. It was a bloody nightmare. I held her and reassured her that the nurses would care for her, and that she has to take her meds. She had refused to eat and take her meds which I am sure did not help the situation. So despite my best efforts neither happened.
So I got her at least calm and promised to come see her before they killed her tomorrow.
So today I checked with her doctors to see if she is in the right place for care like this. She has never been at this state before and even though ranting, she sounded so reasonable, I realized...she has been this crazy all of my life. Just a hop away. No wonder I get so f@$@#$ed up. She is crazy. Do I have all this crazy as my mother figure in my head? Am I this crazy by just the being raised by her. Well mostly she was gone, but I came home and cried last night and hardly slept at all and went today with flowers and a bit of chocolate to bribe her with..(she always liked sweets) I thought maybe some familiar would help her ease into this life a bit.
When I saw her, she first off gave me a look of hate, asked me why I put her in an asylum...and not knowing what to do, I told her I brought her flowers. She told me to shove them in my ass and f*** off. I am dead to her. She does not want to see me.
I figure this is nothing new. I have been dead to her since first being DF'ed at 18yrs old and out of the home since 14. That was 20 years ago.
I took her flowers to the room sucking up the tears.
Walked to the car and sucked up a few more. Trying to remember she is crazy and tomorrow a martian may come and bring Elvis back. She might even start doing impersonations of happy critters and it could be fun. Things could change on a dime. I also had to wonder why all old people get fixated on the FBI? Plus, I have to say she used the word f*** yesterday and today and that is a record. Where are all thos JW friends now seeing she was so faithful for 35 years and has lost all of her children basically due to her extreme witness beliefs. Wonder if they know she know the "F" word..hehe. I don't know. Suck up a few more tears...NOW Focus. Don't wreck. Drive, be alert when you drive. Focus. Don't cry.
I just know I have broken out in hives, and I am afraid to ask the doc for a freaking fast acting stress aide for fear he thinks I am crazy too. I have not slept well, I am tired and should be hungry. Beer is not such a good stable food. The kids will want dinner soon and I sure could use a huge hug that last for days.
So......
Shit. I don't know.
Do I go back tomorrow?
I think I am supposed to.