Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I love you.

As I have been working with all of these patients, it is crazy to me how it doesn't matter how old, how out of it, how senile, distraught, hurt, or unable to communicate....if you tell them 'I love you', or give them a hug or a kiss 
on the forehead they are always able to say I love you back.

It's so sweet and dear.

I can't believe how attached to all of them I have become.
The only bad thing is that you never know if they will be there tomorrow.
Another one passed on me the other day.

On a lighter note, here is a good quality story:

One lady pushed her call light...so I go in and in a thick southern-slurred accent she says, 
"OH good, good, good, good, good! Come in, come in, come in, come in, 
come in! I need you to get down
on your hands and knees and look underneath the bed.
There is a half man, half ET under there and I am being completely serious."

I get down there and reply:
"I think you're in check! I don't see one!"

"Oh good, good, good, good, good, good, good!
You are so kind. Thank ya so much."

Love it.


2 comments:

A Real Good Bet said...

Haha. I love it. I am totally going to be like that lady. I always am seeing things under the bed. =)

Bark said...

Haha, I really enjoy your stories about the elderly friends!