Can't Stand Fences

Image via WikipediaCan't Stand Fences: This is Day Seven for Mother at the nursing home. Yesterday was the first day she started asking when she would be getting out of there, and she wanted me to hire a lawyer for her. Today was much worse. She desperately wanted her purse, and her identification card ("I have no identity, nobody knows who I am... "), and some cash. "At least $500, I can't even buy dinner." Of course I tried and tried (and tried) to explain everything, I promised I would bring her purse tomorrow, or later today, and said I was sorry, and said I had to leave to go to a meeting, and then (I knew this would be coming, soon) she begged me to take her with me. She held onto my arm and would not let go. I walked slowly out of her room, down the hall, with her hanging on to me, while staff members tried to distract her and pry her away from me... she cursed them and tried to hit them... Finally she let go, and one of the aides said to me "Go!" and I did. I went to my meeting, did the work I needed to do, and I cannot really imagine how I did it. Probably, not very well. This is absolutely harrowing.