Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

Only 7 blog posts in October:  I can do better than that.  So, this is going to be short and to the point.  Mom is doing much better, mentally and physically.  She is far more lucid than when she was admitted,  which is both a good thing and a bad thing.  The good thing is that she no longer sees mice flying around on mauve carpet, or dollar bills ( 5 dollar bills) hanging from the ceiling tiles.  The bad thing is HM Queen Elizabeth is bored to tears by her occupational therapy, and tries to hide in her room to escape it.  When the transport aides find her in the room and take her to OT, she accuses them of spying on her.

Being a bit foolish, I tried explaining that the aides were not spying, just doing her job, only to get the Look from Mom.  The look is an expression that combines the divine right of kings with Irish Catholic guilt.  I call the mood that goes with the look 'Queen Lear is in da house".  Mom is full Queen Elizabeth Tudor mode, and reasoning with her is a total waste of time.

Finally, Mom has solved the problem of remembering the names of patients and aides by calling all the women "Mary".  This gets very confusing at times.  Yesterday, she told me "Little Mary got sick and went to the hospital' but when I went out in the hallway to take a cellphone call, I saw "Little Mary' wheeling herself to her room.  When I got back to the room, I said to Mom " I just saw Mary, Cathy's neighbor, in the hall.  I thought you said she was in the hospital" and Mom replied " Not that Mary: the one with the German accent".  ( whose first name is Margaret, but I'm not going there)