I took the morning off from Atria
because my mother's step son was stopping by to visit her, and I had my
monthly lunch date with my friend Kathy. I was on the way to the
restaurant when I had a phone call from the step son letting me know that my
mother seemed to have a pain in her finger and had anybody checked that?
I couldn't believe it. I had written to him TWICE giving him a full
report on the accident, including the sprained fingers. I assured him
that the doctor was aware of the problem, that she had been ex-rayed and
that I had explained it to her at least 100 times.
I also had a call earlier in the day from someone
at Atria. She said "I'm here with your mother. She's a little
confused and doesn't seem to remember what happened to her." I told
her too that it had been explained to her a zillion times and would probably
explain a zillion more times.
After lunch, I went to Atria. The stepson
had stayed less than an hour, according to the guest book But at least
he came which is more than anybody else in the bay area has
done. I stayed until about 5. Her bruising is more extensive
today
She took a nap, and I did too. We sat there
and stared at each other for about an hour. Occasionally she would
tell me that her fingers hurt and she didn't know why. At one point she told
me that she didn't know why, but all she could think of in the back of her
head was that she wanted to walk and just keep on walking forever. I
wondered if this, combined with her obsession with seeing her mother lately
meant anything.
I decided
to turn on the TV and tried to find something that she might be interested
in enough to look. I tried Ellen but she just turned to me and
said "do you understand anything that is going on?" I finally
just turned the set off. She is beyond being able to watch TV and enjoy it.
When I left she was upset because she didn't know
what she was supposed to do if I'm not there.
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