I have shared this story before, but with all the new members, it's time to share it again.
I have a gentleman I look after ....... let' call him
Nelson.
Nelson often comes up to me, quite lost, and I can tell by his eyes if he's having a 'with it' day or a 'lost' day ...
today .. was a 'lost' day.
Knock knock (on the kitchen bench) ..
"Excuse me a moment, I don't wish to be a bother, but could I talk to you for a moment?"
I wipe my hands on the tea towel, sigh deeply ... here we go again ..
"yes, Nelson, what can I do for you?" I ask.
"umm .. well, this is silly, but .. could you tell me where my wife is?"
(insert 'awwww' here)
"yes Nelson, she's at home. You live with me now"
"I do?" he asks, wide eyed in shock.
"yup, sure do" I reply with smile and a pat on the arm.
"oh .. ok .. I get that ... but ... well, just where is my wife?"
.............ahhh .. it's going to be one of THOSE conversations .............
And so I go on to ask:
"Hey Nelson buddy .. how old are you?"
He thinks for a while ... rubs his jaw, scratches his head, and says
"oh .. around 56 or so?"
I smile, and say
"I wish .. your turning 91 soon"
"91?""
"yup, 91"
"91 .. really??"
"Really really" and have this urge to put Shrek on the Video ....
By this stage, he looks a little worried, so the conversation goes something like this:
Nelson, your living here now because you have a short term memory problem. (I refuse to say Dementia to a Dementia patient)
He always looks intently at me at this time, because he knows I'm going to explain myself further. He doesn't remember we have this conversation daily (at least), but he's getting easier to settle, so I know our conversation is now a soothing thing for him .......
I explain that he's now almost 91. That his wife visits 3 times a week and his daughter brings his dog to visit on the weekends. I explain that his short term memory problem made him get lost badly one time and he scared everybody including himself, and that he took the wrong medications a few times.
And then, I explain that he's 91. His brain has simply run out of room for new memories. I back this up with:
"I bet you can tell me what kind of cake you had at your 21st birthday party, but you can't tell me what you had for breakfast"
And it's like it all fall's into place for him ... it all makes sense. He's 91, his brain is full of lovely memories, and it's probably not that important that he forgets stuff cause that's what this lady here is for .. to jog my memory.
And with that, he 99% of the time, is happy to settle into bed. Once in a blue moon, it won't work and he'll come back and we'll go through the entire process again, but twice is sufficient even at his 'lostest' moments.
If only they were ALL so passive and easily settled ! LOL
cheers