NoMo and Dusty

NoMo is still in the hospital so there isn’t a lot of news here, she always does this just when it starts to get interesting and I start this blog again. Yesterday mother visited NoMo in the hospital and brought her two down pillows that she asked for as well as a bathrobe. She wanted a large bathrobe, and mother said it looked like she had a train behind her when she put it on. Mother should have just brought a bedspread for NoMo to wear. The hospital doesn’t allow belts so NoMo was having to hold up her jeans with her hands as she walked down the hall to the common room, the jeans were oversized too. The hospital beds all have plastic mattress covers, so one night when NoMo couldn’t sleep, she took the mattress cover off the bed and threw it out in the hall, later the hospital staff took the bed out and gave her a lounge chair to sleep in, she may end up having to stay the entire 45 days if she keeps doing that. Mother said that they only allow NoMo two phone calls a day, which relieves mother, since NoMo would call her three times before lunch when she was free. Today I think mother is taking some stuff over to the accountant for NoMo, and LeRo is still trying to cash those checks NoMo wrote to him last month for various things. Who knows how many other “hot” checks she has outstanding right now, but mother says that a deposit will be made soon so there is going to be a rush at the bank later today. This seems to be all that is happening lately, so maybe more later.

Dusty with his frisbee's

Today NoMo had to go to court and face a possible visit to the state mental hospital in Little Rock. Yesterday she gave mother a document from the court laying out the possibilities of what might happen to her if the judge found them to be necessary. The document was very serious, with the worst thing on it saying that she would be remanded to the state hospital for evaluation and possible committal. So this morning, at 7 a.m. or so, mother had to go to NoMo’s house and pick out an outfit for her to wear and take it to her. Mother also went to the court to watch the proceedings and had to speak to the judge after the formal hearing was over. The judge wanted to ask mother if she wanted to be the guardian for NoMo, he said he was going to order her to have one, but thankfully mother said “no.” NoMo was already out of the court room when this was discussed so we didn’t get a reaction to that, however she did yell at the public defender for not consulting with her more, this was the first time they met. I think mother said that she wouldn’t have to go to Little Rock, but would have to stay in “Generations” for a period of not more than 45 days for testing and evaluation and then have to have a guardian to look in on her periodically, someone from one of these senior type centers would probably be chosen for this duty, they won’t be paid enough. This is the way they left it, and NoMo hasn’t called mother at all today, so we don’t know anymore than what happened this morning. Mother still has to take NoMo’s mail over to her, the place is in the old Washington Regional Medical Center so its not too far. Other people will be in charge of her though, and the “hell on earth” may be over for mother, except for Dusty. Mother was playing Frisbee in the house with him today, so she may not hate him as much as she tries to let on.

Yesterday NoMo called NoKe finally, after about a week of incarceration at the institution for the criminally insane, and told her that she wants to stay there now until they get all the stuff figured out and can put her back on a sane track. She must be getting all the attention she craves and is happy there bossing everyone around. NoKe and LeRo are the only ones on her list that can call her though, not any of her family, and I think that’s by her request. So she will be incommunicado for a while so NoKe is taking care of Dusty right now. She blocks off the kitchen with some chairs, so he sits in her office chewing sticks down to sawdust, taking up a huge section of floor near the door. It’s the one place in the office that is the most in the way since the bathroom, exit, and computer, are right there and you have to tip toe through his legs to get anywhere. He just sits there gnawing on sticks all day. That is, till he thinks she is going to go outside, and then he picks up his chewed up Frisbee and stands in front of her like a 5 year old in Wal-Mart wanting his mommy to buy him a toy, jumping up and down and begging for it. Most of the time he doesn’t get his wish and sits back down to continue working on his stick. The vet said that Dusty might be allergic to fleas and that’s why he is always scratching. He got dipped the other day, and has had frontline applied to his back, and is taking pills for the allergy, but still scratches all the time, and chews, and barks, and is driving mother crazy. Yesterday we went into NoMo’s house and got a lot of pictures, this just in case the exterminators decide to break in a steal some stuff, we will have some evidence of what it looked like before. This blog is kind of going to slow down now for awhile, I imagine, but keep checking back from time to time just in case. Mother is going to the hospital in a while to check on NoMo and says that a court date is set for Thursday so maybe we will know more later.