The ones who are still there

MS told me the other day... he told me 'they' put him here and were waiting for him to die.  I asked him... how do you feel about that do you want to live?  MS told me he had another 20 good years left... he's 91.  He has stomach cancer. Maybe I misunderstood him.... See, I say whatever I want to them... they love it.  They love real people who say it straight up.  And I love them.  I love their candid words, their base responses.. I love the ways they find to retain control in an otherwise uncontrollable situation.

Each time a new resident arrives that is clearly out of their mind I wonder.... how long before they have a moment of clarity and put a stop to this?  How do they feel about being treated like a 2 year old?  Do they like being yelled at?????  "YOU STAY THERE YOU NEED TO POOP, YOU WILL SIT THERE ALL DAY UNTIL YOU POOP". 

Dignity?  Not.........I avoided my own Alzheimer afflicted grandmother for many many years.... and now I know why.  Trapped in a mind void of useful information... trapped in a world where the past looms and the present evades.  Subject to the mercy of your 'care takers'.  Maybe they make you sit on the pot all day until you poop... who knows.