Blame Shifting

Mom had a rough night. She stayed up late, until 9:45, watching the New Hampshire republican debate. She got up her usual amount of times in the night, every hour or two, to visit the bathroom, but then around 2:00 a.m., I didn't hear her walker shushing back to her room. She had headed out to the living room, where she read for an hour or so before going back to bed. Then Mom was up at 7:00, opening curtains, but went back to bed until 9:00. As you might expect after a night like that, she settled in the red chair by 10:00.

As I tidied the kitchen and Mom finished breakfast (which she made for her herself, thank you very much), she talked again about the evils of the .5mg of lorazepam hospice had provided to help her sleep. (She quit taking it Tuesday, I think.) She feels it brought on her current "crisis." Not cancer, not age, not deteriorating condition, not sleep-deprivation. That medicine is the devil. Alrighty then. No sense in trying to argue or answer back; there is no logic here.