She is convinced that she is on a boat. And that my uncle is down the hall and coming to take her to her stateroom.

So. What happened is that she collapsed in the night- they don't know how long she spent on the floor, propped up against the bed. But by the time they found her, her moorings had slipped. And she is in a very surreal place. Her synapses, which in the best of times didn't exactly spark at full intensity, were just thrown off kilter. She is trying with every ounce of brain ablity left to make logical sense of where she is and what happened. And failing. I told my mom not to argue with her. It only agitates her, and makes it worse, I think. I see no harm in believing that you're on a boat. Or in ghosts. Or in Harvey. As long as you're strapped to a hospital bed with restraints to keep you from falling and breaking a hip, why not indulge in a little altered reality?


They tell us that she will come out of it somewhat. No guarantees, of course. But she should be back a bit. But will never live alone again. And she's a cranky old bird who hates being around people- so this might hit her pretty hard. Unless she stays on the boat. Because there are plenty of people on boats.

Today they're moving her to an icky convelescent home. Temporarily. Until I get there and we start checking out the good ones. Because she will notice at this point. And when there comes a day when she doesn't notice, we still will.