I don't even know where to start so apologies if this is rambling. My head is a mess.
Almost 3 months ago mum came to stay with us after a bad reaction to her covid booster. No medical professional had picked up on what im 99% certain is dementia, but as of last week her GP has agreed that theres something very wrong, going as far as to say that she lacks capacity currently so I can change her address/phone number to mine so i can deal with things on her behalf.
She's been on steroids since coming to us but in the last two weeks can't walk at all due to the swelling in her legs (her balance and spacial awareness wasn't great to start with)We bought a wheeled commode and have been using that for transfers. I've had to give up work due to her needing constant supervision, and shouting for me all night. We're fortunate to have an annex so it's only disturbing me, but it's above the garage with narrow stairs so unsuitable for her with no mobility.
After the GP ran blood tests I got a 2am phone call saying an ambulance was coming and she was being admitted to hospital due to very low sodium, which can cause confusion, lack of balance etc.
In hospital they've discovered blood clots in her heart and lungs, and believed she was suffering from steroid induced psychosis. She's been there a few days and is looking better, but mentally she's pretty much gone. She's shouting for me constantly, alternating between pleading and snarling about wanting to come home, telling people I'm her sister, she's been on holiday in China so could have malaria and trying to get out of bed etc (the other women in the ward are truly amazing and unbelievably kind with her) and yesterday the doctor finally agreed that she's got dementia not psychosis and the speed of her decline is down to the rapid changes in where she lives, the pain she was in etc.
Initially I was so relieved, now I'm terrified. I hadn't realised how bad she'd got until she was admitted. It took up every minute of my thoughts, I was as house bound as her and the fear of being given advice about lifting and handling and left to it again has made me sick to the stomach. My kids have seen things they shouldn't have as when she falls she's impossible to lift alone, and is unable to understand (or perhaps doesn't want to) that she has to help by putting her feet down.
Does anyone know if the hospital will just discharge her to me, or will they put a care plan in place, or something, anything in fact, that mean this isn't my life forever? I know that's so selfish, but she doesn't want anyone but me and the lack of sleep, constant responsibility, unpleasantness and dreadful guilt that my husband and kids never get to see me is overwhelming. I've always been a coper, and I'm not coping at all 😞