in order to get downstairs from mom's floor you have to punch in a code on a keypad by the elevator. mom always asks, "how do you know how to do that?"
if anyone else is around i say something like, "the aides told me how."
it then becomes a question/answer game where she asks, "what aides?" "what code?" "why do they treat me like a 5 year old?" etc., etc...
but if no one else is in the hallway when she invariably asks about it i will often respectfully say, "the aide told me the code. it's 1-3-7-9-* knowing she's not gonna remember it. of course it pleases mom to be privy to the secret code and thus to the key to her escape. (seriously folks, she doesn't remember it or even think to ask again a minute or 2 later.)
well, the other day just as i was saying, "1-3-7-9-sta..." one of the aides walked out of a resident's room not 3 feet away from me.
yikes! at the time all i got was the evil eye. the lecture came later.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
busted!
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2 comments:
I had never thought about that aspect and appreciate you sharing it.
Once I tried to keep dad in the upstairs area. I put this big rubber band around the double doors at the end of the hall. Didn't work very well because dad took the rubber band off the outside and put it on the inside which gave the aide (in my absence) a fit.
that's a hilarious image of your dad conniving to keep the aide out and turning the tables on you. i love it.
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