I volunteer with our local hospice. Last night I was called to go “sit” with a patient. Usually, that means literally that: sitting. We sit there and let the family have a night off. A chance to go sleep at home or just get out of the hospital for a while. If a need arises, we’re there to call the nurses.
I took my laptop, thinking I’d get a chance to write some.
If you’ve never spent three hours trying to convince a 96 year old invalid not to crawl out of bed, well, I can hardly describe the experience to you. In a sitcom it might be comical. In real life it’s incredibly sad. Here’s this once vibrant person who would like nothing more than to walk around who can’t be allowed out of bed because their bones and muscles no longer support them. And they can’t hear, see or think well enough to comprehend that you’re trying to talk them into staying in bed out of their own best interests.
Don’t know if this will ever make it into a book, but I felt like telling you.