She's starting to feel better now.  You know this because the moment she feels better, she turns back into being rude and ungrateful and demanding.  Every time I post about her being better, she pulls something silly.  It's not a big deal, but it's also not nothing, either.  Because this proves that she's not better, she's just not been feeling well since the doctor lowered her anti-depressants. 

I HATE doing nice things for her.  I mean, I love doing nice things for others, it's a part of who I am.  But every single time I do something nice for her, she always makes me regret it.  

We were at Walmart the other day and my son, who was at home, called and wanted some strawberry wafers.  So my oldest son and I headed over to the cookie section and grabbed a package.  I said "Oh grandma loves these, let's get her some too."  So my oldest son said "Get her orange, she loves that.  Or lemon."  We decided on orange.  The packages are pretty big and are way too big for just one person, so my kids ate half and gave her half.  Yes, they are sugar-free, but they still have carbs and my mom has diabetes.  And if you've been here for a bit, you may know that I had to stop my mother from ever going to Walgreens, as she'll literally spend $30 on candy bars (hence her diabetes).  And a half a package of these wafers is still a lot of cookies.  Like, a LOT.  So we figured she'd be happy with it.

So, my son took the package, after sharing some with his brother, to my mother, he said "Special Delivery!  These are for you!"  He handed the package to her and she looked at it and scoffed and said in a mock shocked voice: "Excuse me!  This is only half.  Where is the rest?"  He laughed nervously and she just kept saying shit.  "Well, I see how I rate.  Where are the rest of my cookies?"  He laughed again and left the room.  She just kept yelling shit.  And after a few minutes, well after he was gone, she yelled really loudly through her closed door "THANK YOU!"  

But that's not it.  She came out of her room as I was getting her dinner together and said to me "Little D left this package in my room, I didn't know if I was supposed to keep them."  I was thinking he had already told her they were hers....hence her big show earlier about how someone ate half of them....I just said "Yep.  They're yours."  She said "Oh, I wasn't sure, because he had eaten some and I wasn't sure if he wanted it back."  I just got mad and left the room.  She kept on saying things, but then went back into her room and I looked at my kids and told them what she said.  And they both sighed and said "This is why we don't do nice things for grandma".  

And it gets worse.  The next day, she looks at me when she hears I am heading off to Dollar General and she says "Can you see if they have more wafer cookies?"  I am like "Are you already out of them?"  She said "Well, someone ate so many of mine." (meaning my son--she loves to food shame both him and I).  So I just left the room and did NOT buy her more cookies when I went.  Her A1C is elevated, so I wasn't going to help in making it worse, also, she's being rude AF and ungrateful.  

This woman, I swear, I am not looking forward to her feeling better.  I mean, I am, for her sake.  But not for having to deal with her constant badgering and bullshit.  But I swear, this time, I am going to bring it up to her.  I am going to say something like "You know, when he lowered your meds, you were super depressed and I felt bad for you.  But I sure enjoyed not having your snarky ass comments and rude behavior.  The MOMENT you started feeling better, you go straight back to your old self: rude and complaining.  Why is that? When when you feel good, you want to be mean people?  And why is it when you feel bad, you're quiet, sweet, and nice?  This makes no sense.  Usually people are the opposite of that.  The only way it's nice for us to be around you is when you feel bad.  Does that sound normal to do?"  

Who knows?  Maybe pointing it out will work?  Probably not.  But I am going to say it if I have to.