Thursday, 29th May 2025

I'm not going to be better

I visited my mother.
A nurse asked me to buy sticks with small sponges to keep her mouth clean.
I went to a kiosk in the hospital and bought them.
I forgot to bring a black marker to write her name.
So I bought it on my way home and put a label with her name on it.

She said 'Go home. I'm alright today' again and again.
'Don't care about me. I'm not going to be better.'
'You don't have to come here.' etc.
Her voice is not clear.

I don't feel anymore.
The hospital should stop changing her rooms every day.
Her room is always untidy and they lost her objects.
If I was a resident there, I wouldn't stay in that hospital.

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