Lockdown has totally destroyed Sylvia. Lockdown destroys relatively healthy men, it brings them to the brink of delusions. Many start to hallucinate.
It has destroyed her mind, and her mind was teetering on the brink of dementia. Now, she has teetered into the abyss. She is delirious. She is irritable. She is hostile. She can't remember anything. She is somewhat paranoid. She can barely participate in a conversation.
It destroys me to listen to her. Her voice croaks. She sounds barely human.
And this was supposed to be better for than not lockdown.
She doesn't want me to meddle her affairs. But I can't not so. She just an empty, alethymic head. Who gives me grief.
What can it be? Is she being sexually assaulted? Does she have broken bones? She has not moved herself in years. She has had neither PT nor OT for years. She had osteoporosis before the operation. Her bones must be like lace. Does she have pneumonia--she constantly complains of hiccups. Is she merely dehydrated--she refuses to drink more, claiming she is adequately hydrated. Does she have a gum infection or broken teeth. She adamantly refuses to see the dentist, because it is not one of her choosing and they deliberately claim things are wrong, just to make more money. And she refuses to spend her own money, as Medicare doesn't pay for dentists.
The nurses don't want to do anything.
And then I call the free mental health hotline and weep for my mother in the presence of someone who listens.