Consistent
She came bursting in through the front door as she always does, laden with shopping bags of dubious content. Says ‘can’t stop, got a hundred and one things to do today’ Says that every time. Today would be no different from other days. Takes her shoes off that are ‘killing her’ and sits by the window blowing smoke out from her Vape while her right foot taps out an agitated rhythm on the carpet. Starts to go through the bags giving a running commentary. ‘It’s all paid for you know, not thieved.’ I know—a different addiction.
by Janet Hardacre
Author ( Taking Care of People with Dementia- an A-Z of practical help and caregivers' stories)
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