Occasionally this worked. I would leave the notepad by her bedside. When she saw the message repeatedly, some of it would sink in. Other times she would tear off the sheet, stuff it in her purse, and forget about it.
On this day, she had a good appetite and ate most of her lunch, then went down for a nap before dinner. She was disoriented, though, asking random questions like, "Weren't we going to... that place? Where the man was up on the roof? And we were outside."
Since she had no memory of the doctor's visit, my words must have seemed like nonsense as well.
This photo and text appeared in the exhibition, "Two Belts," at the David Geffen School of Medicine, UCLA, January-March 2013.