the blue button

It gets stranger. The nurse called a back-up in to help get her back in bed. They asked her to sit down in the shower-seat. She did, but kept trying to get up. They kept pushing her down and asking her to listen to them. This woman, my mother, could take out two string-bean nurses while being impaired and weak in the hospital. At this point, I started freaking out. What was going on? She was fine two minutes ago.


Now they brought in a third nurse, a guy. They asked mom to lie on the floor. They were going to pick her up on a sheet and put her back in bed. They called in one or two more people. Her presence of mind quickly decreased. She was definitely having some kind of an attack. This is when the nurse pushed the blue button.