What she wants today

Today, she kept me from going to lunch with Mama.  There was a police car next door, and the crazy old witch insisted on waiting for the officer to come out and talk to her about getting her car fixed for free, so I couldn’t take my mother lunch, which upset both of us.

I’m not coping well with this dementia shit.  It’s as if she’s trying to screw up my life, though my counselor keeps telling me not to take it personally…she’s not doing it on purpose.  I guess I know that, on some level, but shit, something’s gotta give!

She wants me to run her around this afternoon and take her to "get those beds back".  I’m getting sick and tired of hearing about getting these beds back.  They were never Nanny’s in the first place.  They were Gladys’s beds, and her DAUGHTERS (not her granddaughter, as Nanny insists) took them out of here.  

I hate my life sometimes.

PdC