The biggest problems with Mom was that she hadn't taken her medication for several weeks. We didn't know what she had done with her pills. The only way for us to get her medication was for someone to track down the doctor who prescribed them to her when she was in the hospital and get a new prescription. Our phone calls to that hospital, Chapman Medical Center in the City of Orange, and to the doctor himself yielded nothing but messages that the doctor was out to lunch or unavailable. I decided to drive to Chapman and make them pay attention to me until I got the prescription. It turned out that the doctor had his own office in Costa Mesa. After I drove around in the summer heat and traffic for hours, I met the good Dr. Alva and got the prescription. More hot driving and I was back in Sun City at Best Pharmacy, filling the prescriptions.
It took a little persuasion, but Mom eventually took the medication. The first one made her quiet. At first, it was a nice change from all the manic behavior, but she was scary quiet. She took a chair outside and sat in the driveway under the night sky, saying nothing, almost catatonic. I sat on a landscape wall, watching her. After an hour or so of this, I helped her stand up, leading her back into the house, feeling like I was teaching her to walk again, maybe a bit like she way she once taught me how to walk. Later, she woke up from that zombie state. James convinced her to take the last medication for the night.
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