Ugh, another extremely draining couple of nights.

Last night her big thing is she wanted to "go to bed" - she doesn't have a bed, she sleeps in recliners, so we tried every chair in the house including her wheelchair and none of them were "bed" to her, she still kept repeating "I want to go to bed" no matter how we explained that she was in bed already. Eventually she decided she wanted to lay on the floor... but that, yet again, is just something she can't do, so we (her daughter and I) had to fight with her to convince her that the recliner on her deck was bed. She kept trying to slide out of the recliner and onto the floor and nearly made it twice. If she gets to the floor, we have to call the fire department to get her up, and she'll be screaming in pain the whole time because of her back and butt being in awful shape. She doesn't understand floor = bad, for some reason her mind has her convinced that the floor is super comfortable.

Tonight was the same deal with the wanting to be on the floor thing, but on another level. She kept trying to slide from her chair to the floor again, but one time she peed all over, so I had to change her bandages. I did a ****** job because she wasn't cooperating, but at least the wounds are covered... While trying to change her bandages she kept trying to slide to the floor and almost did so with her bad foot completely exposed.

I'm so glad her kids are here to help in times like this. There's no way I could do this on my own, she would have had to be put in a home by now and drugged out of her mind. Hospice tried to drug her out of her mind while at home and the one drug instead of knocking her out it just gave her a boost and she got vicious. They tried the same drug a couple nights ago just to see if it was a one time thing, and nope, it turned her into a demon. Like, she was actually making demon voice noises at them and trying to attack them. Big yikes. Glad I had that night off, to say the least...