Page 25 - Big Pharma and the Constant Gardener

It was the following morning when we learned from a neurology

resident that Dad had been given an IV with Depakote after

admission. Mother and I found him in a very agitated state,
speaking gibberish, and attempting to remove the restraints which

tied his wrists to the chair in which he was sitting. He had been

moved to a room just a few feet from a nursing module, much

closer than where we left him at a very late hour the night before.
The RN working at the module told us that he was going to be

transferred to a geriatric-psychiatric unit that morning.

Stunned and speechless

Without any comment, Mother and I entered his semi-private
room, un-tied his restraints and quickly realized that he had to

urinate. We walked with him to the bathroom to help him clean

up and get dressed before informing the RN we would be waiting

for discharge in the solarium. Walking out of the dark neurology
unit, we entered a beautiful, bright public solarium. The three

of us waited quietly together with Dad sitting between us. I was

stunned and speechless by what we had just experienced. What was
my father experiencing? In retrospect, I believe he felt safe again

as he sat, alert and quiet, between us. He had, after all, just come

through a fight for his life.