Actually it was OK. They had a good visit with Dm in the hospital this afternoon, she was mostly lucid but calm and the odd veering off on tangents.
Then I arrived at 5.15, to find her screaming, covered in shit and trying to throw herself off the bed. Got nurses to clear her up etc and listened to her pleading 'help me help me, I'm trying to kill myself' etc.
So first convo as we sat in pub was that she had been given a suppository and produced the most marvellous shit, nurse regaled them with description of how perfectly formed it was etc - good ice breaker!! When I got there, she had smeared shit everywhere including onto the chair, her drinking cup, all over her hands - she wanted me to hold her hand but I had to hold the broken one (there are limits...)
ANYWAY: there was a big money issue involved. I put forward my proposal and DB said actually I was being way too generous as there was previous stuff involved with him and DF (dead 22 years). So we just agreed that we could sort that out if/when DM dies and we all moved on. SIL said she shouldnt have been so involved, and actually I welcome her involvement so said that. And we parted friends, agreeing that it had made us all feel better.
In the middle of all this, DM's sodding cat (who I adopted 2 weeks ago) has fucked off. We are not going to mention this to DM.
I think in our case it was a huge explosion, I've realised that DB does anger one way (quite frightening) and I just rant and rave but never actually do anything. With that marvellous thing, hindsight, my ranting outside my own immediate family was the wrong thing to do. And equally, them leaping into the attack was the wrong thing to do.
So I dunno, annan, I think we had all gone past the anger and are back into worried mode (basically because there is no idea of what is wrong with DM/no idea of what the future might hold or how long it could be). I realise that's all about me, and I dont know what any of us could suggest that might help you?