The situation got really bad yesterday. My mum hates going out in any wind because she says it badly affects her breathing (she is asthmatic) but while I had a nap y'day afternoon she went out in very strong winds and I think she bought a packet of paracetamol. She had been saying she'd do that when I said I couldn't give her more yet. She was asking for more every hour or so. When she returned, after I'd woken, I heard her riffling through what sounded like such a packet and so I checked her bag when she was out of the room. Since she had already had 3g paracetamol at suitable intervals from me, and since there were pills missing from the packet, I feared she had taken or might take an overdose. I consulted my doctor brother about removing the tablets from her bag. He said I should, if only to prevent self-harm.
I did so. I explained it all to her and she seemed to accept it but a little later kept asking me why I thought I knew better than doctors. Her short term memory is shot to hell, plus I'm the family scapegoat for her (have been for years; during her teens it was my sister). I explained what DS (DoctorSon) had said several times. She kept asking the same questions and clearly thinks I have done wrong.
She wouldn't let me settle down at bedtime, came in demanding pills about seven times. The last thing I said to her last night was: "Go away. Phone DS. Speak to DS."
Yes, it's that bad and that hard.
But at least the brother who usually cares for her has been able to have a holiday. Hey ho.