tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706262320848471533.post516724546897120670..comments2023-10-08T01:28:56.278-07:00Comments on We Were Five: Our Journey With Alzheimer's: Blog 25: A Glass of Water and Boo!Lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02178459531117569904noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706262320848471533.post-54846898339052870862012-04-05T12:22:02.864-07:002012-04-05T12:22:02.864-07:00Oh my... I wonder if your mom still remembers this...Oh my... I wonder if your mom still remembers this. <br /><br />I once worked in a nursing home where I would feed the residents at the dinner table. One particular resident had horrible behavior and she always threw food at the other residents. I know that she didn't know any better, but it irritated me that the other residents were victims of her wrath all of the time. One particular day I was feeding a lady named Isabelle. Isabelle was a sweet old blind lady who had no defense. I scooped up some food and went to put it in her mouth and splat... smashed peas hit Isabelle's face and smeared down her cheek. I was so mad. I turned to Margarate and scolded her as I always would. Margaret was holding her spoon and shaking it at me with a glaring look. I wiped off the peas and continued to feed Isabelle, then another splat. I had enough. I looked around, took a scoop of Isabelle's peas and returned the gesture, right back at Margaret. I felt bad for doing it, but I also felt really bad for Isabelle. Now, looking back, I just laugh when I think about that incident.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com