Breaking Point

Today (August 2) was the straw that broke the camel's back. The whole scenario started all over again with the accusations. I decided that I needed to go to the bank with my brother in law to get our POA documents in order for their account. That went well. In fact, I learned that this is a common thing with dementia. Apparently they really get fearful and suspicious. So that got taken care of.

In the meantime, DH (dear husband) had called my MIL to tell her to stop accusing me of something I didn't do, and if she didn't change her attitude, they had to move out. Well, she only heard the last part. So by the time my BIL and I got to the house, she was already having a meltdown. Now she was yelling at my BIL AND me, and my BIL told me to call 911 to say we have a situation on our hands. While I was with them on the phone, the 911 operator heard everything: My MIL screaming and throwing things. At one point she broke a table and picked up a metal rod and started whacking things with it. So the ambulance came, the police came, and we filed a police report. I had strict instructions from DH not to get in her way, don't turn my back on her, walk away from her if she tried to engage in a conversation. (She is combative and gets violent). The policeman even told me to put any knives up high where she couldn't reach them.

So I thought everything was fine. I saw her go into the kitchen and I was on the phone making flight reservations for my son to come home.
About 3 in the afternoon I got a call from the bank to let me know that they need a letter from the Dr. I said, Okay. She then told me that my MIL was just there. Now I don't know how she got there but of course that sent my FIL in a panic and he ended up calling 911. My BIL found her shortly after. Wow! That's two phonecalls to 911 on the same day!

The Dr. did have a temporary solution: Put her on some meds and get the medicaid application filled out so we can place her in a home. So.. that's where we're at right now. Stay tuned.