I hate shouting at Mother over the phone...
But she doesn't hear and when she does, she doesn't listen.
Now she has decided that acetominaphin is not Tylenol. And because I bought the store brand last time, no wonder she has all the problems. She's been reading all the labels of all her medicines. Sigh....
I went straight for the heart of the issue, and told her that if she does not believe me or trust me, then she makes my 'job' almost impossible to do. She will believe the ladies that she shares a table with at meals, but she does not believe me.
So I'm yelling into the phone, and just thankful that our house is on 3 acres and the neighbors aren't home.
Tomorrow, I have to be over there at 7 AM, because she's refused to have a shower since we started assisted living a week ago last Monday. The aide shows up, and Mother says that she's already had a sponge bath, and that she is fine. So tomorrow AM should be interesting, no?
I have my limits, and some of those limits are way past. I honor my Mother, but now I must treat her as a child. Which really breaks your heart, as you all know.
Thanks, I feel better now.