Monday, March 8, 2010
Grace on the Go
I will try to get a better video later. But this repetitive behavior is fascinating. She has asked "Can I Go?" about 3 bazillion times today. She has no idea where she wants to go and has zero plans for getting there.
At the end of the video, I laughed because my parrot had decided to climb down from her cage and walk over to me.
Going, Going, Gone
G: "Can I go? Can I go?"
Me: "Yes you can go."
Grace lays back down. A few minutes pass.
G: "Can I go? Can I go?"
No one answers immediately
G: (in a weak voice, pleading) "Please? Please? Can I go? Please please?"
The Caregiver: “I’ll be there, Grace, just wait a minute while I clean up from lunch.”
G: (in a weak voice, pleading) "Please? Please? Can I go? Please please please please?"
Me: ”Yes you can go.”
G: “Okay, thank you.”
I go back to my computer.
G: "Can I go? Can I go?"
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Imagining her in a nursing home, asking this over and over and no one answering saddens me. I imagine her saying .. "Please? Please?" And everyone too busy or too used to this question being asked repeatedly.
Me: "Yes you can go."
Grace lays back down. A few minutes pass.
G: "Can I go? Can I go?"
No one answers immediately
G: (in a weak voice, pleading) "Please? Please? Can I go? Please please?"
The Caregiver: “I’ll be there, Grace, just wait a minute while I clean up from lunch.”
G: (in a weak voice, pleading) "Please? Please? Can I go? Please please please please?"
Me: ”Yes you can go.”
G: “Okay, thank you.”
I go back to my computer.
G: "Can I go? Can I go?"
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Imagining her in a nursing home, asking this over and over and no one answering saddens me. I imagine her saying .. "Please? Please?" And everyone too busy or too used to this question being asked repeatedly.
A Typical Morning
Grace is laying on the couch, clutching her dog who happily stays with her. The caregiver is next to her in a chair. I go into the kitchen to stir my simmering oatmeal.
Grace: "Edie? Edie? Can you come here?"
Caregiver: "Grace, what do you need?"
Grace: "Edie? I need you."
I walk over to her
Me: "What do you need?"
Grace: "I need.... I need...."
Grace looks around, concentrating on her scattered thoughts.
Grace: "I need you to tell me I'm alright."
Minutes later she is on one of her walks. She shuffles through the kitchen in her walker, the caregiver right behind her.
Grace: "Is that a refrigerator?"
Caregiver: "Yes"
Grace: "They have a refrigerator here? That's nice."
Grace: "Edie? Edie? Can you come here?"
Caregiver: "Grace, what do you need?"
Grace: "Edie? I need you."
I walk over to her
Me: "What do you need?"
Grace: "I need.... I need...."
Grace looks around, concentrating on her scattered thoughts.
Grace: "I need you to tell me I'm alright."
Minutes later she is on one of her walks. She shuffles through the kitchen in her walker, the caregiver right behind her.
Grace: "Is that a refrigerator?"
Caregiver: "Yes"
Grace: "They have a refrigerator here? That's nice."
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