Tag: hallucination

Elsie & The Boy Who Wasn’t There

Elsie had been acting strangely for a couple days now. It was our morning meeting, and the team had assembled in the dining room to talk about our residents.  I liked this practice: it gave us a chance to talk about each resident, which made everyone in the community important. Every resident was spoken about, and every staff member was there to comment. Elsie had managed to stay in the dining room, and, as was the practice, we didn’t ask her to leave. We carried on with our meeting, using only first names for residents. Elsie had Alzheimer’s disease and was generally very high-functioning. She could get herself dressed, participate in activities, and walk without much assistance. Today, however, Elsie was off. “Can someone get this little boy a glass of water?” she asked, nicely. Elsie patted the invisible boy on the head. “What a nice young fellow you are,” she smiled. “And…we need to get her checked for a UTI,” I said, nodding to Elsie. “Can someone get her friend a glass of water?” A couple of the staff members looked at me strangely. “But, there’s no–” one started.  “Yes, I know, but I’m sure Elsie would like the water, anyway,” I explained.  One of the CNAs dutifully went into the kitchen and brought out a glass of water, which Elsie held to the invisible boy’s lips. (Thankfully, she didn’t hand it to him.) Normally, Elsie did not hallucinate, so we knew something was wrong. As it turned out, she did indeed have a UTI (urinary tract infection) and this was causing a good deal of extra confusion. Here’s a quick article with more info on this topic.

An Imaginary Friend

“Oh, she just came in here to get me,” Violet whispered, talking about me. There was no one else in her room. Violet was laying in bed, staring upwards. She spoke softly, happily, to someone I could not see, someone that was between her and the ceiling. “Who are you talking to?” I asked her gently, afraid to disturb her conversation. “Oh, it’s my friend,” she said, nodding to the ceiling. “I haven’t talked to him in a long time, and he just called me."  Violet seemed almost embarrassed that I caught her speaking to the ceiling. She would speak, then pause, as if she could hear an answer. Then she would talk again.  It was hard to hear Violet’s words, and I had the distinct feeling that I was invading a private conversation—however unreal it actually was. I began to walk slowly out of the room.  Although it was odd, Violet’s behavior didn’t really worry me. Normally we would want to check a resident’s urine for a UTI, or perhaps ensure that they weren’t experiencing some delirium. But it seemed almost as though Violet recognized that her friend was not physically there, like she was engaging in something spiritual—or maybe speaking to a deceased friend. She noticed my exit and turned her head to me. She wiped tears from her eyes. "I miss him,” Violet said. “It’s good to hear from him now.”

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