Are you ready for this?
Yesterday while I was at church, Becky and Cookie were the only ones at home; Cookie's friend Tamara came by. Cookie pulled her feeding tube out, and now her part of the room looks like somebody was killed in there. 911 was called, and Cookie was so out of it she tried to call her son--who's been dead for six years--using her TV remote for a cellphone.
She was totally whacko. She refused to go to the hospital unless it was Hoag--45 minutes away. No can do. The cops and the paramedics couldn't do much because she didn't want to comply. She's covered in blood but never washes it off. She doesn't bathe unless she's going to the hospital or the doctor.
This Wednesday we are having a monthly house meeting, and we are going to make it an intervention. It's going to be rough, but we didn't sign up for this, she's obviously a Muchausenite, yeah I misspelled that, but I'm sure you know what I mean. We are sick and tired of this business (putting it nicely), and will likely give her her 30 day notice to shape up or ship out. Not the first time we've done that.
Pray her replacement will not have any similar issues. I think we're going to have to create some rules for accepting new housemates.