Last night at about 11:30, my grandma had tried to get out of bed by herself and fell. I called EMS and they came, got her up and back into bed. I've been under a lot of stress lately. My mother is pretty much refusing to help me out and my dad has been sick so he's missed work, so money is tight. I still can't get in touch with my Uncle (Grandma's POA), I'm still waiting for my freaking insurance to approve palliative care. The icing on the cake? I've been sick lately, so I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. Similar reactions can occur because of my PCOS, but now my boyfriend is freaking out and is yelling at me. Accusing me of not taking the pill everyday, which I do. Every single freaking day for the past 3 years, at 8pm. I'm hoping it was a false positive, but I still don't know what this means for our relationship. My docor's appointment is next week. Then this morning, I give my grandma her meds and I made her a sandwich, which she loves, and she threw the sandwich at me saying she wasn't hungry. An hour later, she yelling at me that she's hungry *rolls eyes*. So, I made her some strawberry oatmeal that she likes, she took one bite of it and threw it onto the floor before turning over and going back to bed. I got the oatmeal cleaned up out of the carpet and then I hear the t.v. on about a half an hour later. She starts yelling at it because she didn't like what was on, so I changed the channel for her. I turned on about 10 different shows that I know she loves, but she didn't want to watch any of them. So I turned on some music and she hit me. I handed her the remote and said I couldn't find anything. If she wanted to watch something, then it's up to her. 10 minutes later, the music is still on. I got in to bring her some yogurt puffs trying to get something in her, and she hit me again telling me that she wants a sandwich. I told her I'll make her a sandwich in a while, because I needed a shower badly and they were about to turn off the water to work on the pipes in our neighborhood. After that, she took my arm and bit me. I didn't say anything, I just walked away. A couple minutes later, I hear her calling for help. I go in there and she had fallen, again. So I called EMS, again. Thankfully the same guys who were here last night and a couple times before also, showed up. Got her back up, and back in bed. Then she tells them that I'm being horrible, not helping her, not letting her eat. Saying it's my fault that she was in "wet pants", even though I just changed them not even a half hour before. One of them pulled me to the side, I explained what happened. Showed him the bruises and bite mark on my arm from her, and thankfully because he's been here before and knows her, didn't report me to APS. Afterwards I got her her noon meds, got her cleaned up again and made her a freaking sandwich again. And surprise surprise, she didn't want it. So after it sat out for an hour without her even touching it, I took it back into the kitchen. She saw me take the plate, and she spit at me saying she wasn't done eating. Today is a good day. She knows who I am, she can hold a conversation. She had a good night sleep, didn't chock on her meds once. A day like this is so rare. So after that, I finally snapped. I told her that I'm trying my best, and the way she is behaving is inexcusable. I don't care if she's 91. I will not tolerate her physically assaulting me over something so little as her not liking what she had asked for, or over something out of my control such as nothing she wants to watch is on T.V. Then I told her that if she does anything like that one more time, that I was going to call her home care nurse, and have her take care of her. Our temporary nurse doesn't put up with anything like that. She said she was sorry, then while I was doing the dishes she called my mom crying. Telling her that I threatened her, and that she doesn't feel safe. That she hasn't eaten all day and is starving. So my parents show up, my dad goes in to calm her down. I explained what happened to my mom. Then when she accused me of lying. I snapped again. I feel bad about it now, but at the same time I don't. I'm just exhausted, and she's making a hard job ridiculously hard for no reason. Was it wrong for me to snap at her?