High Level Of Frustration

Hello Everyone:

Nothing like a weekend of mama drama to brighten my life. Thursday mum had a slip and fall when she tried to get out of her chair. I went to take the rubbish out and propped the door on the back of her wheelchair. Either she moved or something else, the door slammed shut. I asked her to open the door for me but she couldn’t reach over far enough and fell out of her chair. I called patrol to let me in and they called the paramedics. They’ve been over enough times that I feel we should all be on first name basis. Thursdays and Fridays I do what I can to prepare a nice meal for the both of for the weekend. Unfortunately it feels like a wasted effort because mum takes a couple bites, of that, and says she can’t eat. So basically I make food for myself. Yesterday I finally had enough after she took a Xanax before the meal and dozed off. I told her I’m going to anymore effort just to feed myself. She wants to eat she or someone else has to prepare her meals. Anyway, they took to the emergency room and she ended up staying over night for observation. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious and she came home the next day with the caregiver. Today, she passed out after taking a shower. This was totally on her. The visiting nurse was in the area and wanted to come by earlier than usual to check in on mum. Mum wanted to shower but didn’t want to wait until the nurse was done. The chatty carer and I managed to talk her into a sponge bath so the nurse could clean and dress her feet. However, no sooner do I turn my back she tells the chatty carer that she wants to wash her hair. This meant a shower.  Additionally, she told the chatty carer to shut the window in her bathroom because she was cold. Ok. The problem with that is the bathrooms in the building are poorly ventilated and it can feel like a steam room when you run the hot water for a bath or shower, which is exactly what happened. She passed out and ended spending the day into evening in emergency. I’m done with her, everyone, and everything. I cannot begin to tell you how high my level of frustration is with people. I do the hard work and someone else gets the praise for barely lifting a finger.  I need to separate myself from the situation fast at least to give myself some time to breathe and plan. I can’t keep living with the constant state of drama. It’s not healthy for either of us but I feel like I’m the only one that recognizes this. When will someone help me?