Something That Happened.

Mom tied down, Jesus-posed in the hospital bed, a new hospital, the third in two months. Two weeks she's harnessed while we search for a new home, this time a nursing home, the most frightening kind of place for a young man to admit his young mother - yet the Board & Care won't take her back, she's too aggressive, and another B & C will probably say the same after a few weeks of mom, so now it's the dreaded final resting place, that horror of horrors, the nursing home. Hoping against hope that it won't be the final stop, that there will be another, some miracle dwelling, an abode with a hearth and a garden and real dancing and music (not just feet-tapping snooze-muzak), a place mom can really call home again. In the meantime, we say, she'll have to check in to the horrible place (but we don't tell her that, of course), the only place in the county that will take her right now.

Phonecalls from the social worker, under stress from trying to locate an available bed for a Medicaid recipient, and we have no other money, no savings, no house, no car, no assets and hospital records seeming to indicate an aggressive person (and of course mom's lashing out from all the confusion and turmoil from moving from place to place!), and now the social worker, growing steadily impatient and inappropriate in manner, indicating the hospital has no reason to be retaining mom, indicating that the hospital is not getting paid for its services, now telling us that we are to accept a facility near the outskirts of L.A. county (or perhaps not even in the county) or else...or else what? Take mom home, to our dormitory-style abode, which we tried for six months with disastrous results, so it's really no choice, it's the facility on the edge of the county, which may as well be out-of-state.