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Chester L. W. Spaniel.
It's been extra hot out the last couple days. So I tried to go outside as little as possible, and instead enjoyed the wonders of central air conditioning. Ghostwriter had to go to work for the weekend, though. It seemed every day she came home looking like this:
If you think a nursing home is a quiet place at night, you'd be sadly mistaken! That's when something called sundowner syndrome—yes, that's a real thing associated with Alzheimer's disease—kicks in. All the confusion, yelling, screaming, climbing out of bed, falling down, putting the call light on every five minutes, etc. starts, and the staff is running to keep up with the mayhem. Oh, and you never say the "q" word (as in, "I hope it stays quiet for you") when you leave to go home because then you'll jinx it for the next shift.
Oh, but guess what? Look who came to visit the nursing home Saturday evening!