8:45 AM – I woke up to use the bathroom and while in there, a door slammed upstairs. Oh goody. I was afraid it was going to be a dull day where nothing would happen and I would get plenty of sleep for work tonight. Well, Mom came downstairs and as soon as she seen me in the kitchen, she stopped and held her stomach, then really slowly walked over to her chair and sat down. She ignored me when I asked what was up, so I finished what I was doing in the kitchen and sat down to write this. She walked by and went upstairs, not saying a word. I don’t know why she came down, unless she thought she was going to throw up or something.
11:05 AM – I got woke up to Mom trying to use the runner for the first time in a few years. I asked her why she would decide to do it NOW while I’m trying to sleep and she replied that she does it all the time while I’m sleeping. Funny, I’m a light enough sleeper that she wakes me up when she’s whispering in another room! I’ve had stuff packed around the flywheel for ages because it never gets used. The wheel was grinding on the stuff when she tried it this morning. Anyway, voices were raised and she did the “This is my house…” crap. Evidently she forgot signing it over. So yeah, once again it seems like she’s just trying to get under my skin or make me as crazy as she is.
1:35 PM – I finally feel like I got enough sleep! It’s been pretty quiet as far as talking goes (it’s quiet right now.)
2:13 PM – I guess she was only quiet because she was up in her room, sitting on her bed and chatting quietly. I went up to let her know I was up for the day/night and she could use the runner without disturbing me. She came down and went into the kitchen to make something to eat and has been chatting away.
2:45 PM – Just had a shouting match with Mom. She went upstairs and slammed a door… again. I went up to see what was going on in her head this time and I got, “I don’t even want to look at you, get out of my room!” Oh boy, here we go. I stood my ground and said, “NO! I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. I will not stand for this crap anymore!” This went on a few more times and finally she said, “You killed your Dad!” WHAT? GRRRRR!!! I asked her, “Why in the hell would I kill my Dad?” She replied, “You’ll have to talk to the police about that.” She was messing with her purse at this point like she was going to take off or something. I moved to take the purse away from her so she would listen to me and she started getting violent on me trying to kick at me. I yelled at her, “All right, it’s time for you to move into a nursing home!” She said, “You can’t do that, it’s my house, you leave!” I let her know, “I assure you, I CAN do that. When you have voices tell you that I killed my own Dad, those voices are getting dangerous and I can and will put you in a nursing home. Is that what you want?” She shook her head no. I continued, “If that’s the case, this needs to stop. If these types of accusations continue, you WILL be moved into a nursing home. Do you understand?” She nodded and I left the room. Yeah, it’s coming soon… really soon at this rate. *Update: I went upstairs to check on her after writing this post and she was laying down, eyes closed. The adrenaline rush must have knocked her out when she came down from it.
5:10 PM – I’m trying something else now. I went upstairs to check on Mom and heard her through the door telling someone that I killed Jerry Feester because he had a beautiful singing voice and I didn’t (not that she would know.) I went in and sat down to talk to her. I gave her the power to get rid of the voices using her beliefs in her god and Jesus. I told her that it’s in the bible to ask in the name of Jesus and he will do it. I told her that when she’s hearing these voices that are saying that I killed someone, they are lying and not to be trusted and that she should tell them, “In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave me alone.” Yeah, I don’t believe it, but if it works for her, then great. I let her know that we need to get a handle on this if she doesn’t want to move into a nursing home. There will be no other choice. I can’t be dealing with wondering if she’s going to wander off and tell the neighbors that I killed someone while I’m at work. I need the concentration to do my job safely. Pulling around up to 80,000 pounds of trailer distracted can be very dangerous.
*Update 5:40 PM – I went up to drill that command into her head a few more times. I made her repeat after me, “In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave me alone.” She repeated it with me and seemed to physically relax, then she said, “I didn’t think you believed in that.” I replied, “I don’t, but if it works for you, then it’s a good thing.” She then said that she’s been saying that, so I gave her a pat on the arm and said, “keep it up, maybe it’ll start helping.” I don’t have high hopes since it is something that’s caused by Alzheimer’s and not demons or ghosts (medicine has come a long way since the days of demon possession for any kind of ailment,) but I guess it’s worth a shot.