I present my mother in law
Very sincerely, I love the woman. Her intentions are generally positive, we get along fine, she adores the grandchildren and grand dog, all the good stuff.
But foolish describes her to a T.
The teen kids had a competition in her town yesterday, so I intentionally built in some time to pop by and visit a bit and help with a simple task she just couldn't figure out. Easy enough, that way I could have a cup of coffee and use a clean restroom before heading to the stadium, all good.
So we had a perfectly pleasant and inconsequential conversation, she has a new lift chair/recliner, random cousin has Alzheimer's (but "he's doing really well! Still drives to the grocery store and is an absolute wizard at backing up to put in his boat at the fish camp!" As though any of that is a good idea. Whatever.)
And then, with 10 minutes before my spare kid and I needed to head out? MIL tells me about her ER visit the previous week - dehydration due to COVID. And how she finally got her prescribed antiviral, probably too late to help much. And how she had decided to no longer take any of her prescription meds, including her cancer maintenance medication and blood pressure stuff and whatever other meds a 79yo two-time cancer survivor likely takes.
"Oh, I feel so much better now! I can get around better, and my head is so much clearer!" (I wasn't there for long, but trust me, I didn't notice much evidence for those claims.)
Okay Lady. It's gonna fall on me specifically when this backfires. One of your sons is disabled, one lives overseas, your spouse can no longer safely drive and is barely mobile, and your beloved daughter in law only has so much physical and mental capacity. (What with a disabled husband, teenagers, my own aging parent, and my own cancer diagnosis.)
Jesus is healing her. I'm wondering whether there's a new Hispanic pharmacist, and she's mispronouncing.