So I had to take my mother to the doctor's yesterday for a routine visit. I don't actually take her - I meet her there because she is brought to the office building by a big van that can hold a wheelchair. As I start wheeling her into the building she says something about wanting to go home and see her husband. She wants to see her family. I reassure her that that is just what we will do as soon as she has her doctor appointment. (My father has been dead for over two years and she's been living in an assisted living facility for almost three years.)
I get her into the doctor's office and thankfully we don't have to wait at all. We go into the examination room and the nurse comes in to do the usual blood pressure, etc. She looks at the nurse and says, "I love you" probably five times. Then she looks at me.
Her eyes narrow. And she gets the meanest look on her face.
I give her a big smile.
"What's wrong? You look upset."
"That's because I'm looking at a JERK!"
"I'm not a jerk. I'm here to help you."
"You are not here to help. You are a piece of SHIT!"
And so it goes. I look away for a minute and when I look back at her she's still staring at me through little slits. She again calls me a jerk.
When the doctor comes in, she tells her she loves her. Over and over.
After her appointment, she was much calmer. She actually got a flu shot and didn't get upset at all. I would have thought she might have called the nurse a piece of shit for sticking her with a needle, but no, that honor was reserved for me.
When the big van came to get her, she told me over and over again that she loved me.
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