Hungry?
Yesterday I spoke with my uncle Ralph at a piano recital (my two boys and a healthy sampling of his grandkids made up the majority of the performers). He told me about talking to Mee Maw on the phone Saturday morning.
She reported that she awoke and felt hungry, so she knew it was time for breakfast. She got up, got dressed, and made her way down to the dining area. There was no one there, so she sat in her chair to wait for the meal to be served.
Shortly thereafter Mitch, an overnight attendant that she knows well, stopped by. "Mrs. Matthews, what are you doing down here at this time of night?" he asked.
"Waiting for breakfast. What time is it?" Mee Maw replied.
"It's 1:30 in the morning," Mitch said. "You need to go back to your room and get some more sleep!"
She took his suggestion and went back to bed. When she awoke again, she got dressed and went for breakfast.
The same exchange occurred. Only the time had changed.
Mee Maw told Ralph that she went through that process FOUR TIMES in the course of the morning. My comment to Ralph, and his remark to his mother, was that at least she got some good exercise!
And she did finally get some breakfast. At the usual time, as usual.
Sunday Update - More Hunger: My father told me that Ralph called him this morning. He said that he called Mee Maw again, and she was complaining about breakfast. "They are OUT of everything to eat here. There is NOTHING to eat! And I'm hungry!"
Ever the dutiful son, Ralph called back and talked to one of the staff. He was told that they took food down to Mee Maw's room TWICE that morning, and she refused to eat anything. He asked them to prepare a tray one more time and take it back to her. "Tell her that her son Ralph told you to bring it, and tell her that he said she was supposed to eat it all," he told them.
I have not heard if she ate it. I certainly hope so.
She reported that she awoke and felt hungry, so she knew it was time for breakfast. She got up, got dressed, and made her way down to the dining area. There was no one there, so she sat in her chair to wait for the meal to be served.
Shortly thereafter Mitch, an overnight attendant that she knows well, stopped by. "Mrs. Matthews, what are you doing down here at this time of night?" he asked.
"Waiting for breakfast. What time is it?" Mee Maw replied.
"It's 1:30 in the morning," Mitch said. "You need to go back to your room and get some more sleep!"
She took his suggestion and went back to bed. When she awoke again, she got dressed and went for breakfast.
The same exchange occurred. Only the time had changed.
Mee Maw told Ralph that she went through that process FOUR TIMES in the course of the morning. My comment to Ralph, and his remark to his mother, was that at least she got some good exercise!
And she did finally get some breakfast. At the usual time, as usual.
Sunday Update - More Hunger: My father told me that Ralph called him this morning. He said that he called Mee Maw again, and she was complaining about breakfast. "They are OUT of everything to eat here. There is NOTHING to eat! And I'm hungry!"
Ever the dutiful son, Ralph called back and talked to one of the staff. He was told that they took food down to Mee Maw's room TWICE that morning, and she refused to eat anything. He asked them to prepare a tray one more time and take it back to her. "Tell her that her son Ralph told you to bring it, and tell her that he said she was supposed to eat it all," he told them.
I have not heard if she ate it. I certainly hope so.
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