“Are you going to the party tonight?” She asks me. “Huh, I am not sure yet . . . “ “Yes, me neither. Actually, I am probably going to stay home. I am tired.” Too much alcohol, for too long, has left Betty with big holes in her memory, and she is coping the.
Read More →She confabulates. From knowing that about her to thinking that nothing she says or does makes sense, only one small step. Tonight, I stopped by the dining room on the second floor, just when dinner was being served. I was busy chatting with a group of residents when I saw one of the caregivers rush.
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