My mother-in-law, Marie, thought I was as cool as Bruce Springsteen. A few years ago, in one of her long stints at the hospital, the social worker arrived in her room and quickly began her assessment of the situation.
“Marie,” she demanded, “do you know what day it is?”
“No,” Marie truthfully answered. Marie was in her 90’s and loving her assisted living facility. Every day came and went like it was Tuesday or Saturday, or who-the-hell-cares day.
“Well,” the highly trained professional asked, “do you know who the President is?”
Okey dokey….now I jumped in.
“Is this really necessary?” I wondered while looking the social worker straight in the eye.
“Well, I need to know if she’s oriented to space and time.”
You’re not oriented to space or time if you’re thinking an elderly woman from a facility is keeping up with current events.
“Ask her questions she knows the answer to, if you’re trying to find out if she’s in any way conscious.”
“Well, okay.” She turned to my mother-in-law and pointed to some of the other people who were visiting in the room.
“Who is that, Marie?”
“That’s my son, Ted.” Correct.
“And who is that lady next to him?”
“That’s his wife, Judi.” Also correct.
Then pointing to me: “And who is that lady there?”
“Her?” And Marie pointed to me as well.
“Yes, that lady?”
“Oh, that’s the Boss!”
I have become legendary. Last week in my brother-in-law’s room the social worker came in to ask some questions.
“What day is it?”
“Truthfully,” he said, “I don’t give a shit.” Score 1 for the ill and infirm.
“And who is this with you today?” she asked him, pointing in my direction.
“Oh her? Yeah, watch out for her, that’s the Boss!”
“You just have to Laugh….”
© 2014 Cathy Sikorski