Yup. Mum went outside to get her paper. In her jammies in temps not found in her 70+ degree house. She did not take any of the meds she is supposed to have and blithely told me when I said she could have fallen, “it isn’t muddy, there is ice.” Her oxygen levels dipped to 82 and took a minute to get back to 92. I know this isn’t too bad, but it frustrates me. She made her own breakfast of frozen waffles and lots of whipped topping and strawberries. When I mentioned she hadn’t taken her meds, she said she was going to wait til she got a pain pill. Then, while I was giving her the breathing treatment, she tried to turn it off cuz it surely had to be past the time for It to be done. I told her there was still 2 minutes and 20 seconds left, she was annoyed. I know I cannot make her behave, but Gods, I wish I could! All the work I do, she’s going to mess herself up and die. I get wanting to do things, but she has abused herself for decades and is going to pay the price. I can only watch her.