tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883634615775822475.post6707954588532420392..comments2024-03-26T16:46:21.764-04:00Comments on Doctor Grumpy in the House: Why am I here?Grumpy, M.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858110332436246760noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883634615775822475.post-37686915136946310772009-06-07T12:44:59.933-04:002009-06-07T12:44:59.933-04:00I know that this is a little late but I'm real...I know that this is a little late but I'm really concerned regarding him driving. My mom passed from Alzheimers and it's really scary.melainenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883634615775822475.post-11491384235958197632009-03-19T22:54:00.000-04:002009-03-19T22:54:00.000-04:00I had a similar situation when I was testing Memor...I had a similar situation when I was testing Memory Jogging Puzzles and Memory Cards at a Memory Treatment Center. <BR/><BR/>There were three of us working at this table, two residents and myself. <BR/><BR/>Things were going along just fine and all of a sudden the gentleman asked where he was and how he got there.<BR/><BR/>The lady (resident) told him to be quiet, which agitated him more. And then he asked it again only louder.<BR/><BR/>Finally, I said to him, that perhaps he was like me and visiting. We chatted a little more and then back to the puzzles and cards, like there was no interruption. <BR/><BR/>I think it's better to go with the flow and make light of it also.<BR/><BR/>takeCareAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com