Years ago when I worked for a local mental health center, I was assigned to the "intensive case management" unit for a short time. This, in short, meant you had fewer clients who were more sick and therefore required more of your time. Often this translated to a few visits a week.
There was one older woman in particular with whom I worked who was on a rapid downward spiral. Looking back, she may have been experiencing symptoms of dementia, but I was certainly clueless to that at the time. Just like a community mental health center, to put the fate of a very sick woman in the hands of a sophomore.
At any rate, I went to do an emergency home visit late one afternoon at the askance of her husband. She was having a bad day and he really needed someone to come and check on her. I told him I would come by on my way home. She took the moment I arrived to decide that perhaps she needed a bath.
Right now!
Husband wasn't there, for reasons that escape me now. And so she left me sitting in her den to go run the water for her bath. And she didn't emerge from her bedroom.
I should have left.
What could I possibly do for her when she's taking a bath for crying out loud?
I really should have left when she started calling out to me to come and help her. I don't remember the words she used, but I remember the overall tone: she was wailing. Whining, almost. Please! Come and HELP me!!
To which I attempted to explain (from another room) that I couldn't help her if she wasn't in the same room with me.
I guess I finally got through to her because she eventually graced me with her presence.
Wearing nothing but pink nail polish on her toes. ->
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2 Mar 2009 2:18 PM
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