Does this photo suggest I am just a little over-revved, not to say demented, at my new job?I'm holding a tray of table decorations we made: pine cones glued onto circles of felt.
They were supposed to be owls, with eyes glued on the cones, but I have learned that the people I work with do not wait for nor follow instructions---they just start glueing stuff on! The results tend to be more interesting than cookie-cutter crafts.
Thursday is my one full day, and by mid-afternoon, one of the residents told me,
"Sit down and take a break. They will run you ragged."
She's very with-it, obviously, and I thanked her for seeing that I was going full tilt the whole time, which is not sustainable.
It's odd to see the various stages of dementia--this resident was so right about me, but when we talked more later, she couldn't tell me where she used to live.
I try not to put people on the spot by asking such specific questions---it just highlights the deficits in their memory--but I let her emotional insight mislead me.
Mistake.
I will learn to let people show me who they are.
And I will learn to pace myself.
But right now I am so tired, I'm going right to bed.
At 6:30 PM, yes.