My Oma lives in the Memory Care center at a nursing home in Murray. Not exactly the place you'd expect to find yourself involved in a screaming, kicking and hitting match, right?
When two of the cute, old residents began to quarrel, and I was the only individual in the room that wasn't a resident. What caused the argument to turn physical was when the typically sweet, cute as a button 80(ish) year old woman called one of the other female residents a "dirty bitch". The next thing I knew the other woman retaliated with kicking and then the hitting began.
I ran from my grandmother's side and stepped in-between the two women while frantically trying to get one of the employees' attention. I was rescued and the fighting ended as quickly as it started.
Luckily no one was hurt, and the women went back to being best friends after a couple of tears and about 5 minutes.
I am so grateful that my grandma has never been violent when dealing with her illness. She simply smiles and nods, and that's just fine with me.
**********
On a brighter note... It's nearly Friday! Bring on the long weekend. CBF and I have big plans :)
No comments:
Post a Comment