Turn left at the bird cage. Surprise. It’s an unmapped maze.
Today’s irony is that the caged bird is mom.
Nursing staff told me on the phone this morning that mom was “not interested “in providing a urine sample for them.(@#*&%(^%(@*%^( When the ***** do skilled nurses—who strongly suspect a UTI , something that also causes increased confusion in an already demented woman—why are we waiting for the G20 to vote on taking the sample?
Why do I have to request that they use a catheter or any other means to get the **** sample, get her on antibiotics, so she can be d/c’d to her assisted living apartment——–before it’s too late. Before the confusion invades her every cell. Before we are now keeping vigil, not engaging, not brightening, not dosing her with endorphins.
Did Lucille Ball ever live in a nursing home? I think we need her right now.