And now here I am, home from work, working on supper before I head up to the hospital to sit with my aunt again. Last night I had a good time with my aunt. She was fairly confused – was not sure why she had to stay in the hospital when it was much better at her home. She was very lonely, feeling as if all her independance had been taken away from her; not only that but she couldn’t find her teeth and her hair was not presentable. We spent a good hour and a half just talking and having devotions together. She just needed someone there. Hospitals are lonely places even when you are too sick to leave.
At least there was an hour and a half when the IV was not pulled out and when she did not put herself at risk of falling again from getting out of her restraints.
The last time I had to be in hosptial I don’t know that I was any more patient. Shades of things to come for me? Restraints and frustrated children looking after their stubborn independant mother in a slightly demented state. Payback for sure!