Well, where should I begin?

How about Hurricane Levelle? How about getting a real taste of what's a coming down the road?How about nominating Quinn for early beatification? Quinn had a few more hours with Mom than I today but I'm sure she's is way too tuckered out to blog. My apologizes in advance if I'm not exactly on point with relaying her part of today's tale. So here we go...
Quinn went to GBMC around 2pm or so hoping to expedite Mom's discharge. Upon entering Mom's ward she could immediately tell that there was a commotion going on down the far end and had a bad feeling about it's cause. Well apparently, Mom had given the nurses about all they could handle since waking this morning. Mom wouldn't stay in her bed, wouldn't stay in her room, wouldn't stay out of other patients rooms and in a nut shell (sorry, bad word choice), was being extremely disruptive. So much so that at one point, Mom had to be put in a restraining chair at the nurses station. The nurses were treating Mom with the utmost patience but had to do what had to be done. After getting Mom somewhat calmed and back to her room, Quinn literally had to block the doorway to prevent Mom's wandering off. There was much more turbulence before the discharge papers finally came though. Then Mom metamorphosed into into the sweat elderly lady that lies beneath and spent a half hour saying good bye to or hugging everyone and reading every wall hanging between her room and the hospital exit.
I went straight to BG after work figuring that if Mom wasn't back yet, I'd just go on to GBMC. Learning that she wasn't, I headed for the parking lot just in time to see Quinn pulling up with her. It didn't take long for me to realize that Mom was in about the worst mental state that I had ever seen her. After Quinn & I got her back to Rm 303 with difficulty, I went back to my truck to get the new TV remote and a paper that I really needed Mom to sign. En route, my humorous sister sends me a text to "Run while you can". Back in the room, I encouraged Quinn to heed her own advice and sent her packing... she deserved it.
I tell you, I was emotionally drained when I left an hour and a half later. It was like being in the eye-wall of a hurricane. Mom couldn't stay still for 60 seconds. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear she was on 'speed' instead of the calming drug Ativan which she got intravenously just before leaving GBMC. The good news is that she fixed and ate a four course 'meal' (PB&J sandwich, raisin bread, part of a fruit tart & a Burger cookie). The bad is that the ultra-simple TV remote will probably not be simple enough (sorry Lel, mighty nice thought though). Also, I could not obtain her signature as desired. Though I was repeating her name as was needed on the document, she began to sign Dad's name, then barely legibly signed it 'Mary Gentry' (Stuart, we gotta talk bro').
Sorry for the downer report. But hey, we will have better ones down the road. Go gently.
Love, MGAF Danny