I have read this part of the Forum backwards forwards and sideways and have had so much help with various issues over this last three months when things have been particularly tough.
My very elderly mum has narrowly missed shuffling off this mortal coil, after severe haematemesis, aspiration pneumonia, and then to cap it all, she caught the flu and ended up in an isolation ward, but after a spell in a reablement home she has now returned home.
Mum is 94, no longer very mobile and resigned to never setting foot outside again (we are fitting a French door in her living room so she can at least sit by the open door and totter into the garden accompanied)We have suggested a rollator- nope, we have even suggested a turn round the block in a wheelchair. NOPE.
I have set up her entire care package and have worked my blooming socks off to provide her with the care she needs and will tolerate.Polishes halo. I am one of four and two of us are visiting weekly at the moment, one maybe monthly if she can bear it and the eldest sister lives 5 mins away so calls in twice a week. All of my sisters have let me be as I have negotiated the care package and all three in their own way are very, very lovingly supportive of me, which is frankly a miracle since we have been fractious and full of factions since time immemorial.Mum is something of a narcissist.
Now to my question. Mum is reasonably OK to handle, she's very much back to "normal" which means she's somewhat belligerent and confrontational. She will argue black is white and cannot bear it if we disagree with her. So, same old same old.
Except yesterday I came across her "confabulating" very overtly. I had taken her dog to the vet's for a check up. Pup now gets daily walks because I told mum she couldn't have her back home unless she employed a dog walker and she complied. Pup is looking fabulous and is also having her daily meds now (mum was "forgetting" to renew her prescription which was making Pup very itchy scratchy. Mum's forgetting was very likely to do with the cost of Pup's meds. Mum behaves as if she is in penury. This could not be further from the truth)
So on the phone yesterday she said "I hope you told L(the vet) that I was walking Pup daily until the end of last year" Well mum, no I didn't because you haven't walked her daily for about 18 months. Cue panto style oh yes I did, oh no you didn't , OH YES I DID, no you blinking didn't.
Now all my reading round tells me I should have let her think what she wants so why oh why does that stick in my craw? Is it because I want her to be who she used to be? How has anyone dealt with this in their relationships with the deteriorating elderlies?