Nickie
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The other night, while caring for a very elderly patient in an ALF (Assisted Living Facility), I had an intersting experience. I always carry an ukulele to work with me. I might get it out, and I might not, depends on the atmopshere/demand. That night, we had a resident who was highly agitated, and restless. She was not my patient, but visited our room several times. I redirected her out gently each time. The facility staff warned me that she hadn't slept in 5 days, and was combative. She didnt' swing at me. Finally, when there was nothing more I could do for my charge, I told her that if she'd go to her room and lie down, I'd play her a song, and got the uke out. She agreed, and high tailed it there, and plopped on her bed. I started to play, and before I knew it she was telling me she wanted me to turn it down so she could sleep. I tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and sneaked out. The staff were amazed. I told them the uke was a magic uke. When I left, she was still sawing logs. The aides thanked me, and siad "What are we going to do after you take your ukulele and leave?" I smiled, and said "Get your own." and walked out the door to go home, satisfied with my shift. I absolutley adore the ukulele now!
