Mean Old Jerry

The weekend of April 4th and 5th was the General Conference for the church.  It is held 2 times a year for a period of 2 days.  Saturday has three two-hour sessions and Sunday has two two-hour sessions.  You can attend them in person if you get tickets and go to Utah, or you can watch them where they are broadcast, whether in a church building or on your TV.  For two days it's a lot of sitting and watching TV, not our norm,  but it is part of our church attendance and something we wouldn't want to miss because we get to her the Prophet speak.  It is uplifting and a spiritual feast.

This is the part about mean old Jerry.  The evening before conference began, Alice was very unhappy.  It turns out she has been using a very old enema apparatus every day.  For who know how long.  She was upset about it and wanted some help.  We got her what she needed:  prune juice, a gentle laxative, some fiber to add to her juice; and we wrote out good directions for her about what to do (for when we had to leave). I went online and researched what was best to do and what kind of damage might be done by using the "syringe" as she calls it every day.  One of the things was that if you use plain tap water you can get an electrolyte imbalance and get confused or demented.  Well, that same evening she went into the bathroom and came out very upset and acting strangely.  She got weak, couldn't walk well, she sat on the sofa and pulled her britches down.  She did that a few times and we kept telling her not to.  She finally peed on the sofa.  We finally got her changed and into the bathroom.  She was out of it.  In about 40 minutes she was just fine.  She had used her "syringe" just before "the episode" as I like to call it, it turned out.  So, Jerry took it and got rid of it, telling her to do what we had outlined for her.  (Which worked just fine for her, by the way.)  The rest of the time we were there she kept asking him where it was.  He kept telling her he got rid of it, threw it away.  (He took it up to the grocery store and threw it in a trash can outside.)  She finally told him, "You are mean!"

Here's where General Conference comes in:  This was all going on during watching conference.  Back and forth.  She finally got so upset she called her neighbor Tom on the phone,  Then she realized she didn't want to actually tell him her problem.  She just muttered stuff under her breath and I heard her say, "You know how it is, they are just watching TV."  Yep, that's why we go there--to laze around and watch TV.

We talk to her every day on the phone and she is getting better.