His patients loved him best, or they would, if they
remembered who he was.
He’d been told that working the memory care unit would
be a frustrating, soul-sucking grind, but he liked it.
So many family members, and even other staff members,
would try to “orient” the patients- reminding them, even testing them, on what
day it was, what year it was, to name the people in the room with them or in
photographs.
He never did that, choosing to meet them where and
when they were, and accepting that.
That was really the best way to relate to anyone.
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