Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Dementia, Part II

Jill is standing over the hospital bed, gazing at Mom who appears to be asleep. Mom opens her eyes and stares blankly at Jill.

Jill: Good morning!

Mom: I'm mad at you.

Jill: Still?

Mom: I hate you...

Jill: That's not a very nice thing to say.

Mom: I know it's not nice, but it's how I feel.

Jill (sounding slightly miffed): I know you're not in your right mind right now Mom, so you rest. I'm leaving because I don't care to hear this from you.

Mom: Go.

Jill mumbles to herself as she departs: (Act like a grown-up. She doesn't know what she's saying. Be the grown-up.)

Jill in the car: For the love of Mary, THIS SUCKS! $#@%&!!