Memories of an Alzheimer’s Night Nurse.
isn’t a story I was going to write. The memories are so dreadfully
miserable and the years I spent in the nursing of those people that
were tragically caught in the trap of that terrible condition now
known as Alzheimer’s, are ever present.
sure there are some who have nursed people with dementia and they
have enjoyed every minute, but I have to say honestly, that though I
felt immensely sorry for their plight I didn’t find it an
experience that I would want to repeat.
reason I write this account is very selfish; it is cathartic, and
although I hope that people will read this little book, I don’t
really mind too much if not many do so, as it makes me feel a little
better for writing it anyway.
the very beginning I really feel that I ought to tell you that I’m
not the sort of person who should have been nursing people with
dementia anyway, whatever form it may take.
am naturally impatient as a person (my wife often tells me that I
ought to die today, as tomorrow is always too late for me!) and I
also like things to be in order; but as a nurse involved with
Alzheimer’s one has to be exceedingly patient and also to be
prepared to deal with disorder, as the saying goes; in spadefuls!