Wow...talking about roller coasters. When I went to see Mom this morning, she was in some kind of mood. She was sitting on the bench in the main activity area, and as soon as I walked in, she scowled "They are holding me prisoner here, and I have had enough. This is against the law!"
It took awhile to talk her down. She kept saying that she was locked up, and that she was sick of this 'bank' and that she was going to change banks rather than keep dealing with these people. She was pointing at making snide comments at several of the nurses. She must have really been a handful all morning.
'Where are you planning to go Mom?'
"I just want to go out to my car and go home."
'You don't have a car, Mom. It isn't safe for you to drive.'
"Yes I do!"
She was also talking about having to go watch those 2 kids. "They're babies, and nobody is watching them if these people don't let me out of here." She also said things that were sad and hurtful - "No one would give a shit if I went out there and died. Who would care? No one. They would all just say 'oh good' we don't have to worry about her anymore."
She wasn't wearing her glasses and didn't look well. The nurse tested her sugar, which was 175, and then gave her some insulin. They brought in lunch, and I asked her if she wanted to go over to the table to eat. "Hell no. I don't want to eat any of this crap. That's all they want you to do. Eat, eat, eat."
I went and got her glasses, and when I came back, I asked again if she wanted to eat. "Well I guess I might as well." I helped her get to the table, and then knowing I was going out of town again, had to lay down the law.
In my sternest parent tone - 'Now you need to listen to me. Everyone is here to help you stay safe and healthy. You need to stop being disrespectful and nasty to everyone. I mean it, Mom.'
"Ok, I will." and she started to eat. I gave her a hug, told her I loved her and that I would see her Thursday.
Later in the afternoon, Kenny texted that he was in Richmond and was going to stop by and see her. I was happy to hear that! I called him to let him know she was a bit testy today... then he called me back later to tell me she was happy as a clam. He said she was sitting in the dining area, chatting with one of the other residents and all smiles. She was telling him how she was the camp painter and that Chuck was going to give her more boards to paint.
Wow. Talk about a 180 degree turn. I'm glad she was feeling better...maybe they put some happy juice on her lunch tray. :-)
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