And my mother’s saga continues (and not in a good way)

I really thought we had a handle on things, as I said last time I broached this topic.
The home healthcare aide was in place. We were working on moving Mum & partner to a place with a higher level of care. Not that I didn’t anticipate snags but I thought we had a solid plan in place.
Then Mum decided to fire the aide. She didn’t like having someone always fluttering around her. Which I can understand, that apartment is way too small for two people, but … well, she needs someone. I’m not sure how much of the firing is not believing she has a problem, how much refusing to believe it and how much knowing it but she’s not willing to accept the solution anyway (she can be mulish like that).
So, this weekend she fires the end. And then accidentally starts a fire on the stove (left a folder on the burner). No damage, but coupled with some other erratic behavior, they sent her to the hospital …which checked her over and sent her back. More erratic behavior. Back to hospital. No problems they can keep her for so back to the home. More erratic behavior. Administrator’s advice: Get her some help or it’s back to hospital again, which will only make her worse (also her partner isn’t around because there’s been a power outage and she needs power for her oxygen tank).
I’m currently trying to locate the home healthcare service that works with the house, but as I can’t even get voicemail, I think the phones may be out.
The tentative plan is to put in home healthcare people in for a week. Then I go up next week, then my sister comes up. Then at the end of the month, we assist them moving to new digs.
I don’t like this set-up but it seems all we can think of.
I’m also a little pissed at Mum: It would be one thing if it was just some horrible turn of fate landing us in a jam (like the power keeping her partner away), but she made the choice to make things worse—and knowing her, I don’t blame that on the mental cloggage. Not that it stops me going, but still …
And I’m a little nervous: If it’s really bad, I’m hardly the kind of professional who knows how to deal with people in a delirium. I’m worried I’ll screw up, or that something will happen while I’m asleep.
On the plus side, we will (hopefully) have care for her until one of us gets up there. So I can go on vacation tomorrow with a clean conscience. It’s our annual trip to the Mensa national gathering and I’m so looking forward to it. And since they do have the healthcare service on tap, I should be able to go without causing any disasters.
I may blog while away. Or I may just take a break depending how lively things get and how much time I spend with friends.
Until next time …