Look Out Dr. C!

Mom's in super-dragon mode. I neglected to bring her ice water (though she had water and isn't supposed to drink cold liquids while eating), so she screamed bloody murder and told me I'm not "in G-d's life" and that I'm a phony for watching services and then not doing anything for G-d the rest of the week. She made her throat hoarse from screaming. 

My meds are working! I had a thought this morning that my anti-depressants and sleeping pills are really just to handle my mother's illness. If so, does that make them like vaccines for crazy? So I don't catch her insanity, which could be very contagious? See? Sense of humor and I'm not all weepy or taking her screaming to heart, especially considering that my conversion to Judaism is such a touchy subject to the dementia'ed out Mama. Good advice from my great therapist and good meds make this just a tad easier. :)

Of course, the ill peeps in the waiting room at her urologist's office don't have that advice or those meds, so....good luck.