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gious Ewha <strong>University</strong>." I was a practicing nurse, a real nurse, an RN. None of this<br />
'LVN' business for me. All of these nurses here, Sandy's Mom, I know more about medi<br />
cine and patient care than they. As if to prove this, her busy hand holds up Sandy's<br />
good wrist and takes her pulse. She grabs my sister's prescription slips and<br />
decodes all the BID's and QID's and the dosage. Depakote 1500 milligram-this is<br />
so high!<br />
Mom nods. She moves the plate of Chopchae noodles closer to Ajumah<br />
so she could pick better with her spoon-fork. Mom asks, Why are you here?<br />
Because I cannot go home. My sickness goes a way back, Sandy's Mother.<br />
This has stayed with me since I was twenty-nine. A flowery age, as they say, Sandy's<br />
Mother, yes? Since twenty-nine and it still has not gone away. That is the thing with<br />
this disease. Once you contract it, it just stays with you. Ajumah picks up the flat<br />
kimchee pancake with her fingers and raises it high toward her mouth.<br />
Recalling my general Psychology class, I ask her if she'd received the<br />
ECT or EST, one of those things. She nods. I ask her for clarification, You had the<br />
electric shock treatment? She nods vigorously this time. Endless times. They tried<br />
everything.<br />
Do you hear voices and things like that?<br />
Ajumah turns to Mom with eagerness in her voice. Yes! I hear voices.<br />
Does the voice tell you what to do?<br />
Yes, it commands things for me to do . . .1 can't go home because I get mad and<br />
start breaking things.<br />
Mom wants to know where her husband is in all this. Still in Paraguay,<br />
she says, where they used to live together for ten years. He'd cheated on me with<br />
this woman for five years. He still lives with her, taking care of her children. And I here,<br />
I am full of babbles.<br />
Mom says, So it's because of your husband.<br />
Ajumah stares at me. Why do you frown so? Be careful lest you develop pre<br />
mature wrinkles, she says.<br />
Sandy's thirtieth birthday doesn't fall neatly on a Sunday, but Mom<br />
and I decide the immediate Sunday preceding her actual birthday will do. It<br />
turns out Sandy wasn't bluffing. The doctor does want to talk. He says he's<br />
switching Sandy's meds and would I sign the consent at the upcoming action<br />
plan meeting.<br />
I take the Friday off and take the hour long drive to Long Beach. I take<br />
Beverly Glen all the way down to Westwood to save time, hop on the 405 to the<br />
710, but I'm still ten minutes late to the 8:30 meeting. Sandy's even more late.<br />
She's not there when I rush in. The social worker points to an empty seat and<br />
says, Sandy's making good progress. She's good about her meds and goes to<br />
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