... and everything in between.
When I came on shift the other day, I heard singing. This isn't unusual. We have our fair share of volunteers who come in to entertain the residents. What was unusual was that this was a private show.
Mrs. A was laying in bed, hands raised and waving, as one of her male family members was singing a rollicking spiritual while dancing and playing the ukulele. It was the most awesome thing I have ever witnessed. There is a special place on the other side for this guy.
We had CPR class the other day. Mr. B was wheeling around in his own little world and, since the meeting hadn't started yet, we were letting him.
The next thing I heard was, "Hey! Mr. B 'jacked the mannequin!" and turned to see him wheeling out of the dining room with it on his lap.
I went into Mrs. C's room to administer her bedtime meds. While I did this, Mrs. D sat up and started getting out of bed.
"What time is it?", Mrs. D asked.
"Eight o'clock at night," I answered.
"At night?" Mrs. D laughed.
"Yes. Did you think it was morning?
"I was dreaming that we were voting on whether or not to quit that war over there. And then I dreamt that I was elected president. I guess that's what woke me up," she said, still laughing.
"Well, I don't blame you. That would wake me up, too."