I talked to mom at the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit this morning. She sounded really, really good. She wasn’t exactly ready to take on the world or anything, but she was alert and lucid.
She told me that she still had not received any books. (My uncle — her brother — had told me he would take her some books to read.)
Mom said that her hip was really hurting her, so I told her I would try to get them to give her some Tylenol for it.
She said, “I love you,” multiple times during the call, which was really nice to hear.
She told me that she felt trapped, but that she understood that the building wasn’t falling down.
After I talked to her I called and talked to someone named Patty. I asked Patty to get mom some Tylenol for her hip, and she said she’d tell a nurse.