Hand to God,
I was called to the clinics
to 'deal with' an 80 + year old lady,
a small frail woman,
wrapped in two afghans
and that no one had been with her
since about 9am that morning.
After talking with her,
for about 20 minutes,
in my best
"I remember this phase with my mother" voice,
I got her name, a rough address
and a phone number -
even if she couldn't remember
to whom it belonged.
embarrassed, beyond measure
and crying to go home.
Calling the number,
I got someone who said she was the woman's daughter.
To say she was surprised
I 'found' her
was an understatement...
apparently she'd dropped her mother off for the day
"because she needed a break"
and she knew she'd be OK in a hospital.
Who does THAT???!
She confessed she hadn't planned
to come back and get her, but she would now.
I assured her she didn't need to hurry.
I've never had to have someone
from the ELDER Abuse Hotline
respond to the hospital before...
first time for everything!
They were waiting for the 'daughter' when she walked in.
Not the day any of us planned!
Sad to be reminded
life can be lousy
at both ends of the life spectrum!