Email I just got from my wife about a scene she witnessed while at the Dr.’s office:
An elderly woman (Emma) being escorted by a caregiver (CG) arrived when I did. She was wheeled in a wheelchair to the waiting area just before I walked over there to sit down.
After about a minute, Emma started making multiple unsuccessful attempts to stand up out of her wheelchair.
CG: Do you want to get up?
Emma says nothing, and tries to get up again.
CG: Do you want to sit in the chair? [They were next to a row of chairs.] You need to tell me if you want to get up, so I can put the brake on.
The Caregiver helps Emma up. As she is helping Emma up, she says..
CG: We didn’t bring your walker with us—that makes it a little harder.
Emma: You probably put it in your pocket.
CG: Your walker? ..I don’t think it would fit.
Emma: He probably did it. [I don’t know who she was talking about. I don’t think the Caregiver did either.]
CG: Do you want to sit in the chair?
Emma: No. [Now standing.]
CG: Do you want to walk around?
They walk around the waiting area in a small circle.
CG: Do you want to go around one more time?
Emma moves toward a chair. The Caregiver helps her sit down.
CG: Does your stomach feel okay now?
Emma: No. I hope it pukes all over everyone.
Emma gets up again with the Caregiver’s help. She walks over to her wheelchair, but instead of sitting down in it, she starts pushing it.
Emma: Did you move that?
CG: Yes, I put your wheelchair there.
Emma: Get him out of here.
CG: Who? The chair?
Emma: Well, yes, I’ve known him for years.
Lord, please don’t ever let me be that far gone.