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smitcompton
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Hi,
This past yr I broke my knee and leg and had to go to a convelesent facility to recup. My roommate seemed to be a lovely elderly woman, age 84, who would ask me the same questions every day, a couple or more times a day.. She did not stop talking to me, about the same things every day, non stop.
Supposedily she was unable to walk, but got up at night and opened my closets to have a look. After about a week I realized she had dementia, which her husband, aged 86, was trying to cover up. They both forgot I was there, and he would scold her, telling her if she didn't do better, the doctors would institutionalize her. Her children visited often, and her way of dealing with her problem was to ask questions of everyone so they would continue to talk. She said very little.
Her family was great, but I couldn't take it and so asked to be moved, telling them that the woman had some form of Alheimers.
The staff was very quick to test her, while the husband finally did tell them she had already been diagnosed, but he hadn't told anyone.
They started treatment on her and she got a new roommate, who was not at all bothered by her. It goes to show. It was hard for me and she wasn't even that bad.
I don't have the answer. I want people to go through life and have some moments of happiness while not stomping on others.
If I don't remember anything anymore then let my spouse find some happiness, but not forget all about me.
Maise, havent you gone through 2 divorces already?
Thanks,
Annette
This past yr I broke my knee and leg and had to go to a convelesent facility to recup. My roommate seemed to be a lovely elderly woman, age 84, who would ask me the same questions every day, a couple or more times a day.. She did not stop talking to me, about the same things every day, non stop.
Supposedily she was unable to walk, but got up at night and opened my closets to have a look. After about a week I realized she had dementia, which her husband, aged 86, was trying to cover up. They both forgot I was there, and he would scold her, telling her if she didn't do better, the doctors would institutionalize her. Her children visited often, and her way of dealing with her problem was to ask questions of everyone so they would continue to talk. She said very little.
Her family was great, but I couldn't take it and so asked to be moved, telling them that the woman had some form of Alheimers.
The staff was very quick to test her, while the husband finally did tell them she had already been diagnosed, but he hadn't told anyone.
They started treatment on her and she got a new roommate, who was not at all bothered by her. It goes to show. It was hard for me and she wasn't even that bad.
I don't have the answer. I want people to go through life and have some moments of happiness while not stomping on others.
If I don't remember anything anymore then let my spouse find some happiness, but not forget all about me.
Maise, havent you gone through 2 divorces already?
Thanks,
Annette