An is showing definite signs of improvement. She wasn’t obsessively clutching her hands tight, tsking and moaning over everything. Now, however, she has gone to the next, expected, stage: emotional blackmail. She tries to convince Wing that she is doomed, that we have sealed her fate, that she will die in there, how can he be so wrong, so optimistic, so naive. I told him to wait, he will be hit with even more.
Also told him to be prepared because even though I’ve been all for getting her well, and back home asap, she will probably start saying the stay in the hospital is some dastardly plan of mine.
She has also tried to bamboozle the hospital staff into letting her out to go shopping for clothing, as everything she has is suddenly ‘unsuitable’. She told them it would only take 4 days. Doctor nixed it, as expected.
So then she tried it on Wing.
He said “How about if I get you some clothes.”
An: “No no. Maybe not 4 days, but 3?”
Wing: If you need something we can get it for you.
Wing: How about I bring them from home?
An: No! They’re filthy! (no, but hey, it’s part of the depression). Just let me out and I can get something suitable
Wing: Sandra can wash them.
An: *sighs and gives up for now* Ok.
Clothing laundered, dried, brought to her, but one of them isn’t ‘right’ for the hospital.
Wing did say she’s having moments of total lucidity, then flips to scared depressed/anxiety ridden at the blink of an eye. But the lucid moments are getting longer.
Oh! Almost forgot: she might not be taking part in the gatherings in the TV room, or in Occupational Therapy, but she has poked her nose in for a look/see. Better than just sitting in her room adjusting the blanket over and over. 🙂