That was Ma Schmidt, of course, speaking absolutely clearly about something neither Schmidt nor I understood. Other times she has been speaking a lot more faintly, sometimes making lucid sense and other times not. My private suspicion is that she is dozing and drifting in and out of dream, without always noticing the border between dream and waking. She told Schmidt earnestly that she loves him and wants him to be happy; and she asked me just as earnestly why we're not allowed to talk to each other? (We're not? I missed that part, I guess.)
This morning she was adamant that she wanted to go for a walk. So Schmidt pulled some pants on her and we got her into her wheelchair. We piloted the wheelchair out the front door so she could look at the beautiful day. She asked, "Why am I here?"
"You wanted to go for a walk."
In a very faint, weak voice she pleaded, "I can't handle this. Please take me back."
So it was back to the hospital bed.
Since then, I have been sitting with her for much of the day, so Schmidt can get a little work done up in the shop. At one point she woke up and told me, "You don't really have to sit here and watch me the whole day."
I replied, "Hey, I've got to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get up to something!"
One corner of her mouth twisted into a wry smile and she said, "Smartass!"
So apparently she's still lucid about some things. 😀
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