Where are you?

The difference between senility and crazy is that senile people know they are senile (forgetful).Crazy people dont have a clue. You gotta love/respect old people. Anyone who can live that long deserves respect.!!

Gotta love those sweet little Alzheimer's ladies!!!!!!!

I had a gentleman in clinicals first semester who was A&Ox2 (person and place), so I put a battery in his clock and he was A&0x3. Charted it as a nursing intervention, too, by golly.

I had been told in report he had been hallucinating, too, so I had to check whether the hallucinations were bugs in his room, since I could see them, too. At least 2 dozen yellow ladybugs on his ceiling, mostly around the light. Other students saw them, too.

LOL. Or how about when they answer "well I'm right here, of course!". Duh. :)

that's true zenman....there's always those lightbulb moments, no matter how advanced the disease.

Had a lady on Wednesday morning continually tell me it was Sunday. Was getting a little concerned as she insisted it was Sunday. Finally asked me to change the calendar on the wall from Sunday to Wednesday.

in the same ball park, i was asking a patient who had recently been admitted what brought her to the nursing home. without missing a beat, she hissed, "my daughter!" :imbar

The best answer I've gotten for the "can you tell me where you are" question had to be from this lady who had been on the ICU with us for weeks, and was so tired of the whole ICU environment. When I asked her that question, she said, "Yes....I'm in HELL." Too funny.....

A slight twist.

Had a 83 y/o male in ICU ask me if I could recommend a cardiologist. Knowing that I could not tell him who I would use, I gave him the list of who was available.

The pt saw a name and asked me about Dr. I told the pt that this was a good Dr but did not have much of a bedside manor.

The pt looked at me, grinned and said "Son, if I wanted bedside manor I would hire a prostitute. I want someone to fix my heart."

Was going to ambulate a pt one night. She kept asking for her

"pink moo moo". Thought to myself OH MY GOD. I told her someone was taking care of her calf. She said no, it is in the closet. I told her that her little pink moo moo was at home and being taken care of and it was not in the closet. She insisted that I look. I finally gave in just to satisfy her. Her "pink moo moo" was right there beside the red one and the blue one. (Some sort of robe...)

Who's running the asylum???