Last night at work my unit was overstaffed, so I was pulled to the Alzheimer's unit to help out.
There's never a dull moment on that unit because the residents are totally mobile & totally confused.
Even though they're in their 70s/80s/90s, they think they're in their 20s/30s/40s & they need to pick up their children at the bus stop right away.
Last night was no exception.
I was doing some paperwork when I heard an alarm - which means someone is crawling out of bed.
I ran to his room hoping to prevent a fall. And staning there in the doorway was the resident - wearing a long sleeve camoflouge shirt & an adult diaper...pants mysteriously missing.
I managed to help him to the bathroom & back to bed without giggling. As I was leaving, I heard some comotion back out in the hallway, so I ran back out to help the nurse.
Imagine my surprise when I encountered yet another resident with a long sleeve shirt & no pants - only this time, without the courtesy of adult diaper or other manner of undergarment.
Yep. This is my job.
Wouldn't trade it for anything.
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My grandmother had Alzheimer's. It's a terrible disease. Bless you for working with and caring for these people!
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