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TRP: Betty Humpter

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My 70yo mom kicked the * out of a 35yo caretaker at her nursing home today. By the time I arrived after getting called in, two squad cars had arrived to get the scene under control.

I had to take her away for a while in order to let things cool down for a while. When I arrived back, the night staffer told me, "Yeah, I heard about what she did. I was also told she's freakishly strong." :D
 
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St. Clown said:
My 70yo mom kicked the * out of a 35yo caretaker at her nursing home today. By the time I arrived after getting called in, two squad cars had arrived to get the scene under control.

I had to take her away for a while in order to let things cool down for a while. When I arrived back, the night staffer told me, "Yeah, I heard about what she did. I was also told she's freakishly strong." :D
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We just got her into a memory care nursing home last Saturday, and she's not adjusting too well. They had me take her to the ER to see if there may have been something wrong to set her off like that. The ER doc found nothing physical and gave her a prescription for a sedative. I'm sure the home will be very thankful for it.
 
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St. Clown said:
We just got her into a memory care nursing home last Saturday, and she's not adjusting too well. They had me take her to the ER to see if there may have been something wrong to set her off like that. The ER doc found nothing physical and gave her a prescription for a sedative. I'm sure the home will be very thankful for it.
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Sorry to hear, man.
 
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Dude Love said:
One of my favorites when I was a kid. :)
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It was okay, but Scott Bakula pales in comparison to:
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St. Clown said:
We just got her into a memory care nursing home last Saturday, and she's not adjusting too well. They had me take her to the ER to see if there may have been something wrong to set her off like that. The ER doc found nothing physical and gave her a prescription for a sedative. I'm sure the home will be very thankful for it.
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Sorry to hear that. I hope that the adjustment gets smoother for her.
 
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The long version of what happened, which I wrote for an email to my buddy, explaining why I missed his b-day party last night.

So at 3:30 I received a call from the retirement home in which my mom's now residing (I call it 'the Mental Ward' now). They're telling me that my mom was acting very agitated, pounding on the walls and her refrigerator door - one of those dormer types. She tells me that she got on shift at 2:30, and that my mom had been acting that way the whole time, riling up the other Mental Ward residents, henceforth referred to as "wardies," and she placed a call into the Ward's RN. The RN tells her that it might be a urinary tract infection, and she passes that possible diagnosis on to me and that I need to take her to the ER to be examined.

Well, I thought it might be a very different scenario where my mom has only been in the Mental Ward for a week (we moved her in a week ago Saturday), hadn't had any visitors that day, and was getting lonely. I figured that the UTI story was just a way to give the Ward a short respite from my mom. Regardless, I agree to head on down to pick her up to do what I can to make sure she doesn't get the boot from the Mental Ward. Before I leave, however, I place a call to my brother Jeff's house, and end up talking to his wife. She tells me that my mom had plenty of visitors, and they all left between 1:00 and 1:30. So this changes my theory a little, and I'm now thinking that she got excited because she remembered what it was like outside the Ward, or at least an idyllic version of what she remembered.

So I'm on my way down to the place, and I get a call from the cops as I'm pulling into the Ward's parking place. They ask who I am, and I ask if both squad cars are for my mom. Apparently, after I got off the phone with the Ward, things got out of control. Either the caretaker became too aggressive towards my mom or my mom really lashed out. When I get into the building, the caretaker's showing me and the cops the scratches all up and down her arms and emphatically explaining what a wild woman my 70 year-old 5'0" mother of five is. The caretaker is roughly our age (not your, though, Kerry).

While that's going on, two different wardies appear, looking for attention or help finding their cells. The cops are trying to interview me, the caretaker's flailing about, explaining the ruckus, my mom's standing there with a scowl on her face and arms crossed, Agnes is yelling at the cops for attention herself, insisting she'll wait three hours if that's what it'll take, and Irene is asking for directions back to her cell. It's a freaking circus, and I'm doing all I can not to laugh.

Well regardless, I take my mom over to the ER, get her examined over the course of the next four-and-a-half hours, and they find nothing through all her tests as a expected. We did get to watch the ending of Ghostbusters on Comedy Central, though, followed by the ending of some Russian mafia movie on FX, which immediately preceded Walk the Line. I'd never seen the last one.

After all of this is done, I take my mom to get some food, drop her off at the Mental Ward, hand over the prescription for calm-your-***-down medicine, let the night shift guy know what was going on (of which he already knew and told me that the woman involved in the whole thing said my mom was "freakishly strong") and then I drove home to consume some alcohol. What a day. I did learn from the hospital that urinary tract infections do present themselves in geriatrics the way my mom acted out. So I have that going for me, which is nice.
 
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St. Clown said:
The long version of what happened, which I wrote for an email to my buddy, explaining why I missed his b-day party last night.

So at 3:30 I received a call from the retirement home in which my mom's now residing (I call it 'the Mental Ward' now). They're telling me that my mom was acting very agitated, pounding on the walls and her refrigerator door - one of those dormer types. She tells me that she got on shift at 2:30, and that my mom had been acting that way the whole time, riling up the other Mental Ward residents, henceforth referred to as "wardies," and she placed a call into the Ward's RN. The RN tells her that it might be a urinary tract infection, and she passes that possible diagnosis on to me and that I need to take her to the ER to be examined.

Well, I thought it might be a very different scenario where my mom has only been in the Mental Ward for a week (we moved her in a week ago Saturday), hadn't had any visitors that day, and was getting lonely. I figured that the UTI story was just a way to give the Ward a short respite from my mom. Regardless, I agree to head on down to pick her up to do what I can to make sure she doesn't get the boot from the Mental Ward. Before I leave, however, I place a call to my brother Jeff's house, and end up talking to his wife. She tells me that my mom had plenty of visitors, and they all left between 1:00 and 1:30. So this changes my theory a little, and I'm now thinking that she got excited because she remembered what it was like outside the Ward, or at least an idyllic version of what she remembered.

So I'm on my way down to the place, and I get a call from the cops as I'm pulling into the Ward's parking place. They ask who I am, and I ask if both squad cars are for my mom. Apparently, after I got off the phone with the Ward, things got out of control. Either the caretaker became too aggressive towards my mom or my mom really lashed out. When I get into the building, the caretaker's showing me and the cops the scratches all up and down her arms and emphatically explaining what a wild woman my 70 year-old 5'0" mother of five is. The caretaker is roughly our age (not your, though, Kerry).

While that's going on, two different wardies appear, looking for attention or help finding their cells. The cops are trying to interview me, the caretaker's flailing about, explaining the ruckus, my mom's standing there with a scowl on her face and arms crossed, Agnes is yelling at the cops for attention herself, insisting she'll wait three hours if that's what it'll take, and Irene is asking for directions back to her cell. It's a freaking circus, and I'm doing all I can not to laugh.

Well regardless, I take my mom over to the ER, get her examined over the course of the next four-and-a-half hours, and they find nothing through all her tests as a expected. We did get to watch the ending of Ghostbusters on Comedy Central, though, followed by the ending of some Russian mafia movie on FX, which immediately preceded Walk the Line. I'd never seen the last one.

After all of this is done, I take my mom to get some food, drop her off at the Mental Ward, hand over the prescription for calm-your-***-down medicine, let the night shift guy know what was going on (of which he already knew and told me that the woman involved in the whole thing said my mom was "freakishly strong") and then I drove home to consume some alcohol. What a day. I did learn from the hospital that urinary tract infections do present themselves in geriatrics the way my mom acted out. So I have that going for me, which is nice.
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Just... damm. Good luck with everything, St. Clown. :eek:

Dude Love said:
And he learned it all at SCSU. ;)
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Proof that at least one SCSU grad can have a successful career in television. :D
 
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