I once had a resident who was just my favorite - confused, funny, generally happy (I'll call her Ms. Doe)....until one night. I suppose me and my fellow CNA lost control of our volume as we kept each other up during charting time. I guess we were laughing too loud and carrying on. We woke up Ms. Doe, and I must have spent 30 minutes trying to calm her and figure out what was going on in her mind. In Ms. Doe's mind, we were some rowdy teenage friends of her son who had overstayed our welcome, were drinking "booze" and we had stolen her oven
. She kept pointing to her window as the hole where the oven had been.
Eventually, I was able to get her up (there was no way she was staying in bed and going back to sleep while we stole her appliances), and show her the "kitchen" (the nutrition room), and convince her we were all there so late to help her son remodel her house (to explain the oven's sudden relocation). She insisted on monitoring us.....and boy did she.
We sat there very soberly while she watched us chart, not daring to drink a drop of any liquid lest we be accused of drinking the booze. We wheeled her around and parked her outside of rooms while we (silently, somberly) assisted patients, telling her she couldn't come in because of "all the plaster dust". Honestly, I did not expect her to hold on to the story as long as she did - I was sure she'd be back in bed asleep within 20 minutes! Nope. She stayed up with us from 11p - 7a, watching us with laser-precision. I swept floors at her direction, cleaned off tables, organized the desks....
It was a very productive night. Ms. Doe should have been paid for her work as our supervisor!