Not Having Fun

I am so tired of being yelled at!
I called the Alzheimers association in town on the one day a week they take phone calls, left a message, and no one ever returns my calls. Some help they are.
It costs $12.50 an hour for someone to sit with my mom and they won't change 'Depends' because that's deemed a medical procedure. I can't be gone very long then can I?
I can't imagine what it would cost to have someone wash her feet which is what she just yelled at me about.
She's sitting in the other room right now with her feet half washed, refusing to drink her glass of water even though I have reminded her twice that the medicine she is taking for a UTI requires that she drink a full glass of water with it.
She has no clue I lost my job to take care of her.
Nothing registers except her own damn importance. Of course, washing a diabetic's fungi infested feet isn't what she deems important. Important to her is muting the sound on the television when she can't stand the commercial or making sure her coffee temperature is just so.
She is probably wondering right now why her feet are cold.
When I am yelled at, it becomes a 'fight or flight' for me. That's why I left home at age 14. Now I can't do anything except cry. Fighting is useless and I can't fly.
This is not fun. It's been almost 6 months now. I can't imagine how my dad did it for so long. posted by Cyndy | link |    | |
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