I used to go into a home to care for an elderly woman who was in the mid to late stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Though she could no longer dress herself of find the bathroom she never lost her speech. In fact, she seemed to gain in that department because she learned to swear. And it was the funniest thing you have ever heard. It is like a toddler swearing. You are more shocked than offended. In fact, I played right along with her . “Where are your fucking socks?” “Did you shit?” “How about we go upstairs so you can take a piss?” She would howl with glee and I cold pretty much get her to do anything, something difficult with those with dementia, by just dropping a curse word into the mix.
Today I smiled as I remembered her because she would always be surprised that her bed wasn’t made. She was sure she had made it. When we went upstairs to check she would say about herself, “Well, what a lazy bitch I am” and we would make it together but not really because she had lost the ability. She thought she was doing it and that is all that mattered. This morning I went to work but came home and have done almost nothing. There was a tiny bit of decluttering and I emptied and refiled the hot tub now that we are finally no longer under watering restrictions. I wiped the counters down and put shit away. When I first started out I was on the couch but I got too sore and have moved to the bed. Now I am propped up on many pillows and lounging like the fucking Queen of Sheba*. I ordered Chinese food for dinner. What a lazy bitch I am!
*Not sure who the Queen of Sheba is but my mom used to say it when she was being lazy.