Cora's Story | Dany Owens
Groaning, the nurse reluctantly moved to room 309, her least favorite stop on her entire route. Pushing aside the frustration and impatience, she hitched her smile on and stepped into the darkened room.
"Meredith, you need to wake up. I need to give your bath." Her voice echoed softly through the room, awakening her elderly charge.
As always, she reacted with shock, outrage and fear. "Who are you? Where is my husband? Why am I not at home?" Her eyes, always so lost and confused, were probably the reason that the nurse hated this so much. Instead of dignifying those she cared about in their old age, this job had become nothing more than daycare for old confused children.
And, as usual, the nurse responded in the monotone she reserved for this very situation with "Meredith, you're at a tropical resort. You came here when your husband went on his business trip. I'm your personal travel agent." It was, of course, not true. Her husband had been dead for almost a year and her Alzheimers had been coming on for almost as long.
"Meredith, you need to wake up. I need to give your bath." Her voice echoed softly through the room, awakening her elderly charge.
As always, she reacted with shock, outrage and fear. "Who are you? Where is my husband? Why am I not at home?" Her eyes, always so lost and confused, were probably the reason that the nurse hated this so much. Instead of dignifying those she cared about in their old age, this job had become nothing more than daycare for old confused children.
And, as usual, the nurse responded in the monotone she reserved for this very situation with "Meredith, you're at a tropical resort. You came here when your husband went on his business trip. I'm your personal travel agent." It was, of course, not true. Her husband had been dead for almost a year and her Alzheimers had been coming on for almost as long.
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