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Just shoot me...

My grandmother is a very difficult woman to deal with. She's narcissistic, almost bordering on solipsistic, a consummate hypochondriac, surprisingly racist, and rampantly paranoid. Her inability to walk on her own is her own fault, for 10 years she has steadfastly refused to partake of even the most basic exercise, spending most of her day in bed, until her muscles have atrophied to nothing. Ever since she was placed in the "assisted living facility", she had complained non-stop about how terrible the place is. (I've been there. It's practically heaven. Friendly staff, spotlessly clean, spacious rooms, luxurious furnishings, meticulous groundskeeping, and the food is restaurant quality. All the other patients love the place.) She's constantly accusing people of stealing from her, even though everything that's ever been "stolen" has eventually turned up right where she left it. (According to my aunt, my grandmother been like this for as long as she can remember)

Taking her anywhere is physically and mentally demanding. Today I got a full 8 hour dose.

She had TWO doctors appointments today, 4 hours apart. I was hoping to take her someplace for lunch, so I skipped breakfast, but when I got to the facility, she was already eating (bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, and fruit), and she wanted to go shopping. So between doctor's visits I pushed her wheelchair around the shopping maul. She didn't have any money, so I ended up paying for everything.

Her second appointment ran very long; the doctor was an hour late, and he ended up performing a minor proceedure that took another hour. By the time we got out, it was pouring rain. The only umbrella I carry in my car is a tiny little thing barely big enough for one person. I held it over her while she tried to transfer from the wheelchair to the car, while I got soaked to the skin.

I got her back to her appartment, and tried to hook up the new phone she bought, but it required AAA batteries, so it was back out into the rain to go buy batteries.

I finally got home at about 4:15 this afternoon. The only thing I've had to eat all day was a scone I snagged from the parlor in my grandmother's facility, and some candy samples I got at Sees.


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kyhwana
Jan. 29th, 2005 05:05 am (UTC)
Ugh, your mother sounds draining! I take it that it's emotional as well as physical..
drab_makyo
Jan. 29th, 2005 05:19 am (UTC)
That sounds a good deal like my grandmother. She's like that, but she hits those she suspects of stealing, which the staff of the place frowns upon :oP (Un)fortunately, she has alzheimers, so such 'injustices' are easily forgotten.
rummy_raccoon
Jan. 29th, 2005 09:07 am (UTC)
My Grandpa is like that. We had to get him out of NY because he was hanging out with gangs. When my uncle was driving him to WA he would crap his pants just to annoy him. He is a very unique guy...
whitetail
Jan. 29th, 2005 10:21 am (UTC)
Erf. Sounds like a most unpleasant day. I hope you were able to get in a few cuddles afterwards to recharge your batteries!
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