Well I got to tell you,I love my job.You never know what to expect.I am a caregiver for a 91 year old Dementia patient.Shes a very kind,loving,person. So every morning I have to give her, her meds.She takes 11 in the morning.(Mostly vitamins.)She was having me name each pill..She hates pills.So I explained each one to her.After taking them all.She looked up me and smiled.Well At least I don't have to take birth control pills anymore.I laughed so hard.Got to love my job.
The thing with Dementia patients is they all want to go home,Need to pack,Ready to go.They don't recognize their own homes.That's the sad part.You cant correct them.So you have to find ways to re-direct their minds.Other wise your packing China, and boxing up shoes.So I use my cell phone to call the house and I answer the house phone.say thanks for calling.Hang up and tell her, her house was just painted and the paints not dry yet.That usually works for a couple hours.But every day its a different situation and you have to be mentally prepared to come up with something.At the same time show respect and dignity.I do love my job and I pray for her.She can tell you in detail, trips she took as a young girl with her Mother on the Amtrack to Utah that would take four days.Then the next minute she asks are we in the way here at their house.(In her own home)
Anyone reading this.Be kind to others,you never know who might end up as your caregiver.