the state of confusion
I'm writing this post from work. Many of you know this is where I've spent the past 6 weeks of my life. Nobody else is here but me, even the owners have gone home. But thats not what this post is about.
a few days ago I went with an old friend of mine to see the movie, The Notebook. Yes this person was a girl, because very few guys actually want to go see this movie. It was by far one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I don't want to ruin it for anyone, so beware if you are reading this because I do reveal a few details about the movie (but nothing that would give away any part of the movie). The movie has an older lady in it who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. I don't know anyone personally who suffers from it, and have only a few friends with relatives that have it. I've heard some stories, and read about it. After watching it in the movie, it sort of opened a new door of awareness for me. The movie isn't about the disease, in case you were planning on seeing it. Twice a tear rolled down my face, and I'm not a big cryer myself, but it's a very moving thing.
so today when I came into work as I usually do, everything was normal. We already had a few customers waiting, which is a normal thing. An elderly lady came in, and she had a walker. She asked to use our bathroom, which is in the screen printing room, so I showed her where it was, and helped her back into the screen printing room. After she was done, she left the store, and I assumed that she went on with her day. A few mins later a lady came into our store who had been in a bit earlier. She asked me what that old lady had said while she was in the store and I told her. She then informed me that the lady was outside, standing, and too embarressed to come inside and ask for help. Apparently she had gotten lost, and forgotten where she lived. She had a drivers licence, and one of the owners of the store, Edith, decided that we were going to help. So Edith offered to drive the lady back home in the old lady's truck, and I would follow behind in my car, to give Edith a ride back to the shop after we dropped her off. We sat inside the lady's house for a while, and listened to her talk, obviously confused, as to who we were, and what was going on, and we made sure she was alright. We got a mixed responce when we asked if anyone else was home. She said there was a young girl sleeping who usually took care of her. There was nobody there. Then she informed us that her daughter had died. It was very sad, to see her like this, we didn't know this lady. She had fallen a few days before, and broken her hip, and possibly some other bones, but refused to see a doctor because she doesn't trust them anymore. That was all we could do. We called the police later on to inform them, and they have a social worker who stops by and checks up on elderly people. Thats all we could do. It's a very sad thing. I have a new insight about people with Alzheimer's. This is a long post, I'm rambling on, it was a sad day today. I met a nameless old lady, somebody's mother, somebody's grandmother. Someday she might not even know her name, she'll never know that I exsisted, or that I helped her today. What a horrible fate.
a few days ago I went with an old friend of mine to see the movie, The Notebook. Yes this person was a girl, because very few guys actually want to go see this movie. It was by far one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I don't want to ruin it for anyone, so beware if you are reading this because I do reveal a few details about the movie (but nothing that would give away any part of the movie). The movie has an older lady in it who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. I don't know anyone personally who suffers from it, and have only a few friends with relatives that have it. I've heard some stories, and read about it. After watching it in the movie, it sort of opened a new door of awareness for me. The movie isn't about the disease, in case you were planning on seeing it. Twice a tear rolled down my face, and I'm not a big cryer myself, but it's a very moving thing.
so today when I came into work as I usually do, everything was normal. We already had a few customers waiting, which is a normal thing. An elderly lady came in, and she had a walker. She asked to use our bathroom, which is in the screen printing room, so I showed her where it was, and helped her back into the screen printing room. After she was done, she left the store, and I assumed that she went on with her day. A few mins later a lady came into our store who had been in a bit earlier. She asked me what that old lady had said while she was in the store and I told her. She then informed me that the lady was outside, standing, and too embarressed to come inside and ask for help. Apparently she had gotten lost, and forgotten where she lived. She had a drivers licence, and one of the owners of the store, Edith, decided that we were going to help. So Edith offered to drive the lady back home in the old lady's truck, and I would follow behind in my car, to give Edith a ride back to the shop after we dropped her off. We sat inside the lady's house for a while, and listened to her talk, obviously confused, as to who we were, and what was going on, and we made sure she was alright. We got a mixed responce when we asked if anyone else was home. She said there was a young girl sleeping who usually took care of her. There was nobody there. Then she informed us that her daughter had died. It was very sad, to see her like this, we didn't know this lady. She had fallen a few days before, and broken her hip, and possibly some other bones, but refused to see a doctor because she doesn't trust them anymore. That was all we could do. We called the police later on to inform them, and they have a social worker who stops by and checks up on elderly people. Thats all we could do. It's a very sad thing. I have a new insight about people with Alzheimer's. This is a long post, I'm rambling on, it was a sad day today. I met a nameless old lady, somebody's mother, somebody's grandmother. Someday she might not even know her name, she'll never know that I exsisted, or that I helped her today. What a horrible fate.