I was in hospital once and the lady in the next bed had dementia, I think she'd broken her hip and had an op. She spent all day, every day, saying, "where's me handbag." I begged to be discharged early, I told the doctor my husband wasn't coping and my little ones needed me so he agreed. The look on his face when my 5'10" 14 year old son came with his dad to collect me was a picture. I felt like a very naughty schoolgirl.
She's back.