Friday, January 4, 2013

Demons and a Visit from the Aegis Nurse March 28, 2011


               An Aegis representative would be at the hospital to talk to Mom at 11:00, Kathy told me, as I was working on a collage for Mom—an update and a summary of tributes I’d paid to her on her birthday and on Mother’s Day but with a lot of pictures with names attached. So I left the collage and the house at 10:00 and got to the hospital just as Kathy was parking, and we went in together.  But the Mom we saw was just a total contrast to the one on her throne the previous day.
              She said, “Oh, I’m so glad you’ve come because they’re saying I’m crazy, and I know it’s because of what I said about Tom killing me.  They’re brain-washing everyone.”  She was attached to the bed with a strap, and she was so delusional that she didn’t want to put her teeth in because “My teeth…What did they soak them in?” 
 The Aegis Health Services Director Rosmary Brown (LVN) arrived, and Kathy went outside to tell her that this was probably not a good time to talk to Mom, but she did come in and established immediate rapport with Mom by saying, “I’m here to get you home.” 
Mom was very sweet and courteous to her, but you could see what an effort she was making to get out her words, and the ones she was getting out weren’t quite the right ones. 
Mom said “Oh, thank you!  Because I don’t want to be harmful. I’ve always been a peace activist.  I don’t want there to be war unless there’s something a country does that is just scandalous and you have to fight.” 
Rosmary said, “If there were more people like you, there wouldn’t be wars.” 
 Mom said, “ Being afraid makes me… impotent.” 
She tried to explain about her earlier depression and said something like, “I was feeling depressed, so the proprietor… What do we call the proprietor…?” 
Kathy said, “Your neurologist. “
Rosemary said very consoling things but almost immediately moved from “I’m here to get you home” to “We’ll get you to Aegis”  and talked about getting Mom back on the road to recovery. 
Mom surprised me by having it together enough to refer to Aegis as the place near the library.       Later Mom said she didn’t think they’d accept  her at Aegis, and Kathy was able to tell her truthfully that they would.  Rosmary Brown says that she’s worked with Alzheimer’s patients for thirty years, and she’s seen it all.  I felt very good about Aegis, and they probably could have taken her almost immediatley except for this turbulent day. 
Mom wouldn’t take her medicine—not even her Mestanon—though she took it after lunch when we were there, and she was sure the sitter who had been with her in the morning, an Indian named Al, was “a demon.” 
 She said, “There’s no way of frightening him.  He’s a sadist and he’s going  to do it one way or another.” 
She also said that they were all going to kill her and they were too mean to do it quickly.              “Someday we’ll meet in heaven,” she said.  She crossed herself a lot. 
                When we first got to her room at 11:00, a black guy named Derrick was there, and Mom, perhaps trying to win him over, said, “Race!  I’ve always believed in the amalgamation of races, don’t you know!” 
            Race.  I really believe in an amalgamation of races.
But we had to keep our voices down because she knew they were all listening and were going to use it all against her.  At one point she said there was a machine that went around and around with everything you said in it.  It was built by a …a handyman.  The woman who was sleeping so soundly yesterday when we were all there was awake and talking to her husband.
“They’re talking about us!”  Mom told us.  “This is the most interesting thing that’s happened around here, and they want to know—do they kill her or don’t they kill her?”
At one point the nurse brought the woman some medicine and said something like, “This kills the bad guys,” and I thought surely Mom would make something of that, but she didn’t.
Mom said things like, “I don’t want him to talk.  They’re all bent on saving their own hides. “
If I understood her correctly, she also told Kathy and me, “You should have brought your husbands.”
Kathy and I—but mostly Kathy-- tried many, many times to get Mom to eat her lunch, but Mom’s response was always, “I don’t think so.”  But at one point, after having a good exchange with one of the doctors or nurses, she said, “As long as I’m condemned anyway, I might as well eat the soup.”
Kathy said, “I make a mean lentil soup,” and Mom said, “I wouldn’t call it mean.” 
Then she explained to the nurse, “That’s Berkeley college language .  Kathy, you should wear your Berkeley sweater.” 
Was Mom name-dropping?
But she also asked us to leave, and I’m wondering now whether those Saturday mornings when Mom seemed so anxious for me to leave were based on this fear that she didn’t express  at that time that my life was in danger if I stayed. 
Her way of asking us to leave was polite.
 “I’m glad that you came, but please leave.  They would go to your house.  Any investigation into my death…” 
Something or other was a “precursor to further abuse.” 
She kept trying to prove her innocence.  “It’s been my design not to harm anybody.”
Something about cosmetic surgery came on the TV screen, and Kathy told about someone in Mom’s book club who, about 25 years ago, had had cosmetic surgery and said it was the most painful thing she’d ever experienced, and yet Kathy couldn’t even tell the difference between the before and after.
Mom said, “Keep your voice down!  The woman in the other side is old and wrinkled.  Maybe she had it done, and you’re hurting her feelings.”
 I thought that was so sweet! 
Another sweet moment was when we came back from lunch, Kathy and I, and Derrick, the black sitter who got to hear about Mom’s belief in the amalgamation of the races, was holding his cell phone up to Mom’s ear “Because she says she likes Easy Listening.” 
   It also felt good not to be the bad guys.  Al and his team of brainwashed demons got that role.
  Now we would wait to hear from Kathy about when we would be taking Mom to her new home, and I got back to work on the collage I hoped would keep the link between everything familiar to her and everything unknown, which of course some of us “familiar” ones were starting to be to her.

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