Today I visited Truett at Gainesville Health Care Center. It wasn't an easy visit for me because I drove around for an hour and forty-five minutes to find a parking space. In the meantime, Clay called me on his cellphone and said, "Mom, there are no parking spaces. Do you want to have lunch somewhere?" I told him I was leaving Wal*Mart and I would meet him at Cody's Grill .
After Clay and I had lunch, he left and then I drove back to the nursing home. No parking spaces whatsoever, so I decided to find the Sandhill Cranes on the University of Florida farm. I parked my car and wondered if it would be towed because the laws have gotten stricter. I didn't get towed so I headed back to GHCC.
By now it was 1:30 P.M. and I found a parking spot. Whew! Thank the Good Lord. When I reached floor three I searched for Truett in the dining area. He was not there. Then I went to his room. Truett was not there. So I asked the nurses and interns, "Where is Truett?" They said they did not know, but I could hear the call, "Merry! Merry!"
Truett had obviously made his way to another wing . . . the women's wing. And he was laying in Mabel's bed. A nurse and I rescued him. "Truett, get up!" I said. This is not your bed. "You are in Mabel's bed!" So with the nurse's help, she transfered Truett to his wheelchair and we took him to his room.
I had a good visit my husband today. I told him Maddie, my granddaughter ,was emailing me . . . and he wept. He asked about Sherry and I told him Sherry bought a new car, and he wept. This is the first time in weeks Truett has asked about family at all. I think they are readjusting his medications.
Any way, who is this Mabel and why is he in her bed?
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