Drink Up!
I just spent the last 30 minutes convincing my mother to take her medication. She refused to take the cup of water that I had crushed the tablets into. As expected, she feels that the dosage is too much and it was increased because I spoke to the doctor privately before she went it. She said I talked all the bad things about her to the doctor that’s why the dosage is increased. She said that the medicine was killing her, making her want to commit suicide. “You will regret it one day when I die.” She said. That really sent shivers down my spine but i kept a straight face.When I gave her the cup of medication, she refused to talk to me or take the cup. When I told her to please drink it, she went into a flurry of arguments, beating about the bush, not wanting to drink it. After what seemed the 100th time of saying “Please drink it.” I lost my temper. I felt the familiar rage building inside and I was talking considerably louder and more aggressively. I told her that I will make her take the medication one way or another, that I will physically pour it down her throat if I had to. She didn’t flinch, not budging, not giving in. “You can slap me all you want.” She said. I continued threatening her telling her I would not hesitate to do it. “It would save you and I a lot of trauma and heart ache if you just co-operate.” I told her.
“You must treat me with dignity and respect.” She said. Fair enough, I backed down.
“Then tell me when you would like to take it.” I asked
“An hour from now, after I have done my bible study.”
“OK. Can I hold you to that? Can you promise me that 1 hour from now when I give you the medication, you will take it without question?”
Silence.
I knew it wasn’t that easy. Though I was still raging inside, I tried to calm down. “It would save you and I a lot of trauma and heart ache if you just co-operate.” I repeated.
I had reached the end of my patience. I took her hand in mine. “She thought I was going to hit her and she turned her head away. But I didn’t hit her. This time, I kept a tight leash on that monster. I placed her hand on the cup and guided it to her mouth. She resisted, but she couldn’t overpower me. With the cup near her mouth, I softened my grip and said “Please drink it ma.”
I tilted the cup and she duly drank. After about half was gone she stopped and said “Enough.” But I pressed on and eventually made her drink it all. “Thank you.” I said. But by now she was more upset at me than before. But I was glad that I didn’t have to force her physically. But just making her take her medication is so emotionally draining its getting very tiresome for me.
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