So far I've spent 13 hours with my mother enjoying the following:
- decorating her room with stuff from home which they told me to bring
- putting the stuff away when nurses started breaking it / knocking it off the window ledge
- listening to delirious rants and hours of sobbing
- reminding her not to call her roommate gay just because he has a male visitor
- reminding her not to identify hospital staff by their ethnicity or skin colour
- wiping her privates because they've yet to even give her a sponge bath or brush her teeth
- reminding her where she is
- fixing her nappy when it gets bunched up
- raising her head, lowering her head, raising her feet, lowering her feet
- fetching tea from a coffee shop in the lobby
- fetching it again because it's not hot enough
- fetching bendy straws
- walking all the way down the hall to find an outlet to charge her flip phone
- reminding her where she is
- getting nurses to help insert suppositories
- helping her try to push out bowel movements (unsuccessful)
- talking to Delirium OTs
- talking to Physical Therapists
- telling her lies so she won't know certain things which will worry her
- telling family members various lies so they won't worry about her
- researching Salmonella
- cursing under my breath
- spoon-feeding apple sauce
- applying Vaseline on her mouth with my fingers
- reminding her where she isn't
- exchanging knowing looks with Camryn who isn't Shauna
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I never give you my number, I only give you my situation.
Beatles