So... that didn't go well.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes you get pulverized beyond recognition. That's what's happened to Mom, The Other Girl, and myself in the last five weeks of Mom living in memory care. Every day now brings some new anxiety-induced behavior in Mom that confirms this, and alarms us.
She's angry. She's refusing medications, showers, not eating. She's lashing out at care givers both physically and verbally. She was so hateful to me on Thursday I was utterly shocked.
We've met with the administration to discuss issues, improve her care, repeatedly attempted to communicate everything we know about Mom to help them help her. All to no avail.
So, this morning we made the decision to move Mom back home. We will try to minimize her new behaviors through familiarity with her surroundings, and potentially attempt a different memory care home down the line. We move Mom tomorrow.
It's my birthday weekend. Happy birthday to me.