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10/19/2004: "Out of Touch"
Mrs. Gummidge has been in the hospital for a couple of weeks, and nobody knew. She has been declining physcally, and slipping mentally, for some time, but she is feisty and gritty and depends on those qualities to get her out of trouble. I have often seen her, in recent years, out of breath, anxious to plunge into some activity, but baffled as to how she got the day, or hour, mixed up. So her friend took her to the doctor, she was rushed to the hospital right from the doctor's office, and she was fitted with various appliances to assist her heart and lungs. Her daughter came to visit and one of the grandchildren flushed a Beanie Baby down the toilet; no more collectible plush and the daughter was afraid to come back. Finally, Mrs. G started calling acquaintances to see if she could arrange a lift home when she was discharged; one was a church secretary who notified the deacons and the pastors.
