laying it on thick

Today marked day 3 of my attempt to help my gm stay in her home and keep cops and social workers at bay.

Every night I call to her house and make sure she is being nice to Aunt "K" and vice versa and that Uncle has arrived for the over night shift. Except last night I didn't call to make sure Uncle showed up, what a mistake that was. The shit hit the fan, aunt and uncle got in a huge fight about what pills gm was to take.

When I got to the house this morning I noticed the lock box key was in the fricking lock and not one fucking note was left to say if meds had been given or anything. This is a huge problem since Hospice has said we must chart EVERYTHING , leave notes and information about gm.

Nothing was there.

I began making the calls to see what had happened, then gm says "well, they aren't coming back. They got mad and left and ain't coming back, I guess you will have to stay with me". Well I told her right back "No, gm I will not be staying, I am going to find out what the hell is going on and I'm not going to be the only person who is following the direct orders of Hospice. People need to get shit done the right way or stay the fuck away or else they can come help you pack your bags because Hospice will drop you, call the cops and you will become a ward of the state who resides in a group home".

I was pissed.

At that point my gm started on her same guilt trip... "can't you just live with me? can I go home with you? will you stay the night? please don't leave, I can't be alone, I might fall, I'm weak and I'm dying". She actually started asking the hub all the same questions and he was getting pale faced trying not to hurt her feelings and letting her know we are doing the best we can do for her and that she wanted all along to be in her own home.

I ended up staying 5 hours and had only planned on being there 2. Even though I was there a long time my gm once again realized I was getting ready to leave and started saying "I'm weak , you can't just leave me, what if I fall, I will be hungry what will I do , no one will be here, can you leave the baby ( my 8 year old)? will you all stay the night? "J" (hub)please take me home with you. Please move in here so I'm not alone , I'm dying"!

After reassuring her someone would be there in a few hours , I tucked her in a left. As soon as I locked the door my hubs face changed and I said "see what I mean , this shit is enough to drag a sane person down fast, why do you think I'm so fucking drained when I get home".

All I can do is question myself, what the hell I am doing here and did I make the right choice?