Mrs Miller* “Do I really have to go to work today?” I whined to Joseph. “I have to take care of Mrs. Miller again and she calls for me every 30 minutes”
In the dreary midst of my whining I had no idea of the entertainment that would be this day.
I was right. From 7:00am to 10:30am, religiously Mrs. Miller rang her call bell. “Send me that nurse!” Then, I got busy and looked up at around 11:15…no call from Mrs. Miller.
My first thought was “Oh, NO! She’s dead!” I rushed to her room to make sure I’m wrong. I opened the door and peeked in.
“Oh, do close the door!” she begs. I’m ok with this. I know she’s alive and I have tons to do.
Another hour passes. No call from Mrs. Miller. I’ve got to know what’s going on. I went back to her room and open the door and begin a shallow “how are you” conversation with her. She seemed panicked. “Please close the door! You’ll let them out!”
“Let who out, Mrs. Miller?"
“The little boys in bear suits, giving me a magic show from atop that cabinet”
Mrs. Miller was usually quite sane and spry. I tried the technique of reorienting her to her surroundings. “Mrs. Miller, I do not see these little boys in bear suits”
“ Oh you should,” she replied, “They are fabulous!”
I tried again, “Have you seen these boys before?”
“No, are they local people?”
There was no reality to be introduced to her. I then learn that they entered her room through the hole in the tree outside her room. I called the doctor to report this mental status change, as is protocol.
He responded “I did not order little boys in bear suits! Well, is she happy? Then let her keep them”
Thank goodness! I had so much to do. And Mrs. Miller’s “babysitters” kept her entertained for the rest of my 12-hour shift!
I can’t make this stuff up!
2 comments:
In light of your story, this pic is sooo funny to me.
We were there that day! And Mrs. Miller loveD our show! Call us if you neEd us to entertain for a Very special occasiOn
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