I knew walking in today that my aunt was not having a good day. She reportedly was being hostile to her fellow residents and refusing food and meds from the care staff. I entered and sat beside her. She was tense and failing to look at me. Suddenly, she looked at me and started to sob. This woman is not given to tears.
My aunt reveals to me that she now knows where everyone is: her husband, her sisters, her parents. They are dead. “They’re all gone.” She shudders and sobs. I attempt to comfort her and she steers the subject toward her life ending and disposing of her estate.
We have previously discussed all this and entered her decisions into a legal document, which covers the dispersal of her property. She, of course, has forgotten all this. I produced a series of pictures of her home and the flowers. This mellowed the mood a bit. I left her in a better mood.
I returned three hours later to one little wet hen. No dinner, no meds, verbally abusive…holding everyone at bay. I again wade in, food, meds, water in hand. Resistance. Patience to the resistance. I eventually got her to take the meds and drink some water. From there she took some yogurt.
At one point, she dropped one of the pills between her chest and her lap restraint. I gently tug the restraint away from her lap/chest looking for the pill and my aunt violently jerked at the lap belt and yelled at me about ‘what the hell do you think you’re doing?’
She momentarily lost track of who was pulling at the lap belt and responded as if it were one of the care givers or someone. The dark side flamed out real quick at me. Then she saw it was me and she immediately calmed down.
Not much I can say about this day. She does have a UTI after all. But, I don’t think that is the issue here. One day at a time. “It is the disease.”