This week has been pretty much all about Mom. She is not doing well. She has finished up her course of antibiotics, but she hasn’t so far returned to the same level where she was before she got sick. She’s still paranoid, reclusive, talking to the mirror constantly, not eating much, has lost quite a bit of weight, and not showering. Beth and I have been very concerned lately that she’s not getting the care she needs where she is, and that she needs to move to memory care. It all came to a head when she started throwing things at the nurses and not letting them in her apartment. At that point, they made the call to get a doctor’s authorization to send her to a behavioral health clinic for Alzheimers/dementia patients, which came right away. Tuesday night, the same night they were having family night at Lake City Place, when the place was absolutely packed full of family members for Thanksgiving dinner, an ambulance arrived to take her to the hospital in Fort Wayne. I went to her room with the medics in case she was difficult, which she was. She was refusing to go, very paranoid. Saying things like “because you know what you did” when asked why she won’t go. Talking and talking but making no sense. She refused for a long time, which had the medics at a loss because she couldn’t legally refuse to go, but they didn’t want to force her either. Eventually she did, not sure what finally got her to agree to go with the medics, but she left with them via the side door so as not to disrupt dinner, climbed into the ambulance, and rode away with them. I stayed behind, because I was afraid she would refuse to go into the hospital or cause a scene that my being there would make worse. If she was going to be difficult, it seemed better that it be all left to the medical professionals. So I stayed behind and let her go. They were waiting for her at the ER, so she got right in, I heard. I was informed that she had arrived, got checked in, and was acting pretty calm. First thing they did was check for that UTI, but there was no indication of it. After work on Wednesday I drove to the clinic to visit and see how she was doing. She was up and walking around, again talking and talking but making no sense. We sat in her room for a while, she talked about how the Germans had built the building she was in and it was a real shame about those kids and how she and her cousin Carole were trying to go to that other building to get the cheese. And lots of other things. There was something of a floor show, with some teenage dancers putting on a show followed by karaoke by one of the staff. She sat in the common area and watched the show, after which I went back home without a good idea how long she would be there or how she was. Laura drove in Thursday, got there at around 3. I had already gone to visit Mom again and brought a few pieces of clothing and some toiletries. We visited with her for a couple hours, she mostly just sat. We did the big Thanksgiving dinner at my house on Friday instead since Laura had been traveling and visiting all day; neither one of us really wanted to go visit Mom again on Friday, so we didn’t. We all went to see "Justice League" instead. Laura left again on Saturday, we both drove to FW and visited Mom again for a while. Again she just sat most of the time. But after Laura and I left, around 4, Mom got all agitated again. Went and got her coat on and tried to leave. The nurses called me because she wanted to talk to me. She didn’t know why she was there or how she was supposed to get to where she needed to go. Insisting that there was nowhere for her to stay there and that she had never been there before. I couldn’t calm her down, and I kept trying to get her to give the phone back to a nurse, but she said there wasn’t anyone else there where she was, and she didn’t need a nurse, and that it was stupid. She finally hung up, so I could call them back and tell them that I wasn’t going to come back. It was almost dinner time so I was hoping that dinner would get her back on track. I didn’t hear back from them again. At least they got to see what she’s been like lately. And then after I got home Beth and I and the kids went to see "Thor: Ragnorak," which I may confuse with "Justice League" later on.