On Sunday afternoon, the coughing started up again with a vengeance.  I worried that if I waited a day longer, it would be too late, so Chris drove me to the ER.

I brought my iPad, and tried to be as responsible as I could be in explaining my situation.  Chris is often my voice, and, of course, I appreciate his help enormously, but I know that I must stay as involved as I can, as long as I am able.

After an hour they brought us into a cubicle, handed me a hospital gown, and told me to disrobe from the waist up.  I wasn’t happy about this!  The nurse explained that they may be taking a chest x-ray which made sense to me.

She left us then, drawing the curtain around us.  Once I changed into the gorgeously attractive faded, wrinkled hospital gown (gown, a misnomer if I ever heard one!), I settled in comfortably on the bed, reading the paper.  Chris sat beside me reading his Kindle.  We came prepared!

After about another hour, I had to use the ladies room.  I got up, walked outside the cubicle into the larger room.  While clutching the gown together, as it was open in the front, I met a young man dressed in blue scrubs.  I forgot for a moment that I am unintelligible.  I asked, “Can you tell me where the ladies’ room is?”  Of course he said, “what?”  But I realized that there was a look on his face while he gently touched my shoulder that said, whoa, this woman has mental problems!  I immediately called Chris, and at the same time the young man (who actually was the physician on call) went to the desk and said, “this lady is looking for her room.”  I though, Oh my God!

Clearly, what he perceived was that I was nuts, whacky, out of my mind!  Chris immediately said, “she needs the ladies’ room.”   And, with that, directions were given along with a request for a urine sample.

I went into the ladies’ room and cracked up.  As sick as I was, this incident tickled me.  I had correctly read the doctor’s mind, and it really struck me funny.

Later, when he came in to examine me, I wrote on my iPad, “you thought I was bonkers,” and while he strongly denied that, we made eye contact, and we both knew I was right.

This illness has given me so much learning.  I have found myself in such ridiculous situations, knowing firsthand what others live with on a daily basis.  As I have lost abilities, my illness has caused me to present myself as a deaf person,and a person with dementia.  I cannot help but wonder what will be next!