Mom has been declining mentally for a few years. She lived 15 hours away from us. Nothing concerning as to her taking care of herself, and definitely not consistent. Little things like hording silly things like craft supplies, mail, garbanzo beans etc... 2 years ago, she got the flu and pneumonia , and wasn't getting the care she needed at her assisted living facility when she was released from the hospital. We moved her to our home, where she received pt and ot. 3 months later, she fell coming out of the shower and broke her hip. I helped her in and out of the shower, but that time, she took it upon herself to get out on her own (I can do it myself). 3 months of rehab, and she moved back into our home. She wouldn't do her exercises (I know my body best/I'm too weak), and never fully recovered. UTI after UTI, diabetes issues, not following dr, pt or ot advice. She almost fell in the kitchen (I don't need my walker), and my husband tried to catch her, spilling his coke on her. She joked that he threw it at her (more about this later), which is the 'old mom' personality. Fast forward a year, and her personality, which had waxed and waned from pleasant, grateful and fun, turned to hateful, accusing and downright mean. We hired nurse after nurse to be with her and help her during the day, making sure she ate, took her insulin and was being safe. None of them satisfied her, something was wrong with each of them: one was lazy, one kept "looking at her", one's boobs were too big (I sh*t you not). All were perfectly qualified, and professional. After a few months of mom being on her own, she had many minor falls, and became increasingly difficult (to me, not to others). She wouldn't come out of her room for days, and didn't want to be around me, yet wanted me to wait on her hand and foot. She was able to get up and walk with a walker, she just didn't want to. We decided that for all involved, it would be better for her to move to an assisted living facility, close to our home. She didn't resist, and agreed it would be better, yet tells everyone that I "put her in the home". It took a couple of months, but she adjusted well, made friends, and was socially active with the residents. Last week... she'd been sick with a stomach bug, and went to the Dr. Lied through her teeth to him about managing her diabetes (it's none of his business), eating and general self care. They ran tests, and the Dr called to let us know to take her to the ER, her blood sugar was over 600 (!). At the ER, she was soooo nice. To me. To the staff. To anyone who would listen to her. Funny/not funny, I knew she must be sick. They admitted her and immediately were concerned about her mental state. UTI accounted for some of it, as well as high blood sugar (we're used to low, not high), I'm sure, but this was ... more. Couldn't remember where she lived, what state she was in, why she was in the hospital etc... Today, she seemed much better after a few rounds of iv antibiotics. Memory coming around, half way pleasant, fussing, but in a normal, for her, way. Then the charge nurse asked to talk to me in private. Mom told her that I had pushed her out of the shower, and that's how she broke her hip. Also that my husband had thrown a coke can at her and that's how she fell in the kitchen. o_O I tried to explain that wasn't what happened, probably making me look guilty, but this could affect our livelihood, not to mention not being able to take care of her in the future. When I spoke to her, she was fine... until I asked her not to be telling people that we pushed her, or threw things at her, even if she's trying to be funny. That unleashed the beast. Screaming at me: they don't have the right to tell me things. They're abusing her rights as a patient. She's going to check herself out of the hospital. The nurses are being mean to her. They refused to put cream on her "hot butt" (I was there when she asked, and they obliged her, nicely), she refused the pt that she asked for the day before, getting belligerent with the therapist... I ended up hanging up on her. :( A few minutes later, she called back, sobbing that she was sorry. A part of me thinks part of it is an act, and part of it is the disease. She's always had issues with being honest with us (tells me one thing, my sister another). The hateful, everyone is out to get her, forgetful part is getting more and more. I don't know what to do. She (like others I've read here) can fool most people. I get the fact that she knows that I won't leave her, so she can be mean and know I won't leave. I get that. It still hurts. It hurts to hear her be mean to me, to my sister. It infuriates me that she's telling people that we in essence, abused her. It embarrasses me when she is blatantly and loudly mean/racist/hurtful to people that don't deserve it. I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically.