I think my mom's BFF Christmas is getting dementia.  The crazy woman is still driving and her daughter lives hundreds of miles away and pretty much has nothing to do with her mother (her daughter is a HUGE narcissist).  So nobody is there to tell her to stop driving.  Or to even notice this is going on.  

Yesterday Christmas calls my mother and tell her she has skin cancer, something that was found in her blood tests.  I was like huh?  So I called Christmas myself and her give me her test results, and to find out, it was a urine test and in it was the term "squamous epithelial cells".  She said this to her friend, and her friend said "Well, that's cancer."  And then, without looking it up, she just accepted that as fact and started freaking out and telling everyone she has cancer.  Well, as it turns out, having some of those cells in her pee test is absolutely normal.  I then told her that next time she's confused about a test, to please call me first, before anyone else, so we can go over it together, and I can advise her to call her doctor or not.  

As we're talking, we were talking about her doctor, and how he snapped at her because recently she fainted and hit her head pretty hard, and he was angry she didn't go to the ER.  He was right, she should have, but he's a dingleberry, and I had to switch from him as a doctor for my mother, due to the fact that one day he just "decided" to stop refilling her meds, and to instead go to the neurologist for refills.  Which would have been fine, except that they couldn't get us in for months.  And she was almost out of pills.  These pills are her primidone and without them, she cannot function, and would most likely die (she wouldn't be able to walk or eat or do anything).  She just needed a few months prescription until we could get into the neurologist. 

He flat out said no.

I said "He has no choice.  She will die without her meds.  You need to refill them. TODAY."  

He still said no.

So I marched my ass into their office and yelled at the front desk until they went back and told him I was out front yelling and lo and behold, like magic, he sent the refill in, right then and there.  

And then we switched doctors.  

I told my mother about all the work I put into getting her meds refilled and how he refused and how we were switching doctors.  And she agreed what an asshole he was.  

But apparently, that's not what she was telling Christmas.  

This was a year ago, back when she was still talking shit behind my back.  I thought it had been longer than that, but apparently, it wasn't.  In fact, I thought she has already stopped doing this back then, but I was wrong.  

What she had told Christmas was that I had known that I was supposed to be making an appointment with the neurologist and I had just been refusing to (for what reason, I have no idea!).  And it was my fault she wasn't getting her meds.  She supposedly had been leaving me notes about making an appointment with him, and I just wasn't doing it.  How on earth would she be the one telling me when I am supposed to be making appointments when she has no freaking idea herself?  And why would her doctor just flat out refusing to refill her meds surprise me if I had known I was supposed to be doing this all along?  

She just wants to paint me as a failure to everyone, even though I literally went into her doctor's office to fight for her.  

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't tell narcissists shit.  Because they will take everything you say and do and twist it into a lie for their own amusement and to make themselves look better and feel better than you.  It's so fucked up.  

And this is why I don't like her.  I care about her health and well-being.  I will always care about about that.  I am a real human, unlike her.  But I do not like, nor love her.  And I never will.  

She will never change.  Deep down, she's still the same exact person she's always been, and always will be.  The ONLY reason she stopped talking shit about me is because she realized I was listening to her phone calls.  That's the only reason.  Well, that, and her declining mental and physical health.  

I have been on a path recently of understanding and forgiveness with her...which I will write about later.  But this just reminds me that while I am on that path, I should not be sucked back into her drama for any reason whatsoever.  Because that's a dangerous path that will only get me hurt.  

Ugh.  Well, at least it's reminder to stay the course of grey rock.  So that's something.  

Sigh.