...Joel just told me on the phone that she trusts only the professionals; I am not to instruct. She says she remembers the sessions when all three were there: Joel - PT or OT - Me; but she denies that I learned anything correctly. Yes, my 'feelers' got hurt; yes, I knew it already.
She is still refusing to call nurses. There has been a conversation about that EVERY day. every day since she got there... not just for her safety, they even prevailed upon the liability issue...
and there she was telling me she planned to get up and go to the bathroom and get change clothes, and Hell, No she would not be calling anyone. She can take care of herself, thank you very much.
She can be on two (or more!) sides of an issue in the same conversation.
I let her hear me crying, thinking that might strike a chord. It did; the old one - during which she just gets mad, but claims it's because I'm just too emotional and she doesn't have to deal with my shit.
I'm thinking of not going up there at all tomorrow.
oh, and I just showered..after dark.
....in a low-rent hotel.. and I'm this me now, and Norman just didn't have the balls. Heh!
I've always been enamored - not right word - also not a relevant/important thought since it has escaped my mind entirely.