Written by me in 3rd person for Mom:Betty went on to say that "I called the nurse's station last night; she did not eat breakfast, only the desert for dinner, no supper. Her meds? She is suppose to have 3 of the serqoul a day. They got 2 in her on Sunday, 2 in her on Monday and none in her on Tuesday.
I called Betty last night at 5:30 and told her to come and pick me up. She asked me why. Told her I wanted to get the hell out of here. They are trying to tell me to wear these diapers. I don't have a bladder problem. And they want me to drink this medicine stuff and I won't be experimented on.
She told me they were eating supper and would come later.
I waited...but she didn't come.
I have no one. This is no way to live.
Why does God let me keep living?
I want to just sleep away - let me sleep away, Lord...please.
"Why Lord - I ask myself the same question? Why..."
I responded, saying...
It is most definitely becoming painful to see Mom this way. She is very sad inside, and it's finally coming out more and more to the outside. It's like visiting a ghost when we see her on our bi-weekly visits...