WB continues to be a very verbal fellow in spite of the confused state of his mind. This makes for some interesting and often amusing visits.
When I see him he is usually tended by three women - Jill, Pam, and Alysia. All three are very kind in their way and should either be sainted or have their heads examined. They are usually holding sway over a group of 10-12 folks, all women except WB. The woman mostly say nothing. Perhaps there's something going on behind those old eyes but very little overt.
WB, on the other hand, talks almost non stop. Depending on the amount of sleep he's had, and his current meds, he will occasionally fall off into shallow sleep.
But generally he's in full gear.
After appearing to have walked his last step some time ago, he is now sprinting (sprinting being a relative terms in his environs) down the halls with his walker. This is very disconcerting for his tenders.
Recently Jill, in an effort to keep him seated, sat in his lap. He responded by saying, "I should pick you up and take you upstairs." This amused the women no end.
Pam, who likes to give the old boy a bit of a hard time was told she was a "Devil Queen." She reveled in the exhalted position and continued to poke fun at Billy.
When I was there yesterday, we were all sitting outside in the courtyard enjoying the late afternoon sun. The girls were getting toward the end of their shift and thinking about rejoining the real world. I suspect that continued exposure to demented folks probably shifts a few gears in the brain housing group. The girls were fooling around with WB. He was enjoying the attention.
During one pause he commented, "You girls should give a kiss to us boys." We all laughed at that.
Jim
