I will warn anyone reading this that I will ramble. I think I completely burnt out a few months ago and now it's catching up to me. My Grandmother is 83.....and there isn't anything wrong with her. And for the last 7 months, because my mom is worried about her, I have been cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, and caring for her dogs (and I hate them with a passion). She wants all of this completely for free and with the ability to harass and chastise her help. She doesn't like my cooking so she barely eats anything. It's too salty, too peppery, too hot, too spicy, to weird, too normal, too....fill in your personal complaints here. She doesn't like me even being around but heaven help all of us if I even think about a night out by myself or spend time writing my resume! Because of the personality change, she used to be very nice and understanding, we took her to the docs. After a slew of tests and so many specialist I can't remember all of them it all came back clear. No dementia, no alz, no heart problems, no bowel problems, no cancer, not even depression. She's healthy as a horse according to them. But she wants a caregiver so my mom (a certified nurse midwife) will have me (historian) be her caregiver. How the hell did that work, I don't even remember right now. It was undoubtedly guilt trips and tears but it worked. 4 years of off and on of this and I'm still dumb enough to return, this time it was only to be 2 weeks. I know she can live in her house without a problem but she won't lift a finger. It's not caregiving it's indentured servitude minus a contract or a date for release. I'm sorry for the ranting and rambling I just haven't been able to talk about it to anyone, let alone my family.