The next day and more

The next day, my nose woke me up. I had forgotten what it was like to have a smoker in the house. My daughter smokes but goes outside. Hazel is an early riser. So I get up and fix a pot of coffee( after I fix my tea!) I get breakfast cooked as everyone straggled into the living room and kitchen. Breakfast was a good affair. I made blueberry pancakes, sausage and eggs. Not greasy eggs! LOL I have a pan that I do not need to oil up! Now the fun begins. This woman wants to go home. We did manage to convince her to stay with us. Taking it one day at a time.
Let me give a little background health wise, on Hazel. She is 78 years old. She has COPD.(chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) About 3 years ago she had a double bi-pass surgery on her heart, she needed a Quad. They were barely able to do the double. She was in the hospital much longer than the normal period of time as they had trouble getting her off vent. She has high-blood pressure and anxiety attacks. She has had cararact surgery. She also has macular degeneration. She is virtually blind. She only has peripheral vision.
Sunday was not a pleasant day. All day long she moaned about going home and finding J, the drug addict, to come stay with her. Talking about how good she was to her. She is totally blind to the fact that J does not care for her mama and only uses her for her money and pills. We were able to convince her to give us $100 in addition to the $100 I found. We cannot convice her to open up a bank account.
On Monday, she raised such a fit to take her stuff home that Pat took her and some on her stuff home. They went to the electric board to get the power back on. He then took her home and she was mad because it was a mess. I did not want to clean it before she got home because I wanted her to see what her precious daughter did. I did dispose of the drug stuff that had been left in there. She got mad again because he refused to leave her there.