Ooh, I had a memory!
A few months ago before I moved to 3rd shift, myself and my co worker were trying to get dinner ready, and grandpa started going off. This is the man who reminds me of my grandpa--the one who started smackin' his wife around so she had to move next door (she got to come visit 2 times a day, but only when accompanied by family). SO yes, he started having a war-time flashback. He started wandering around in his wheelchair having flashbacks and yelling at other residents.
Danielle and I managed to isolate him for a minute, but he began assaulting us...he was getting really mean! Xanax cream didn't seem to phase him, so I ran around about 3 feet infront of him going, "Wooooooooo, look at me! Na na na, he hehee!" trying to keep his attention on me. He was already pissy so I didnt have to worry about aggrivating him, and if he could focus on me then he wouldn't hurt the other residents.
While I was doing this, Danielle tried to contact his family. No one was home.
So for 2 solid hours we made laps around the old folks home. I walked backwards most of the time, waving colourful balloons (we'd just had our "Senior Prom" and there were leftover decorations) going, "Wwwwwwwwwwoooo, look at me! You can't get me!"
That worked for a while, until another cantankerous resident started shouting at him. "Ohh, shut up!" she yelled. So he started going into the living room to thrash her since she now had his attention--so I had to go up to him and tap his shoulder. He remembered that he was after me, and began chasing me again. Keep in mind that we're movign about as fast as a toddler can crawl.
Finally Danielle got ahold of some of his family, and seeing them helped calm him.
Looking back it was quite funny, but at the time I was really scared.
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