It had been an odd visit. Lizzie had exhibited extreme paranoia about another resident. He was someone she'd known for months but she was suddenly afraid of him. It didn't help when the poor man walked by us multiple times as we chatted.
Then Lizzie told me a story about how I watched myself begging for a library card. Both the Begging Me and the Watching Me wore the same bright yellow rubber boots. She was surprised I didn't remember watching the two of me.
Lizzie then told me about letting That Man into the house because his mother was an Artiste (said with a French accent) and they wanted to see her flower gardens. Not everyone had an Artiste wanting to see their gardens, so she'd let them into the basement to see the tulips. Wasn't I proud?
Of course I was.
Another evening of Sundowning in action.
On the way home, The Elton John song Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me came on the radio.
I've always liked the song, but that night I started to wonder.
Did Elton John and/or Bernie Taupin have some experience with dementia in their lives? Was the song alluding to Sundowning?
Probably not, but when you hear it, you might find some lines that make you wonder.
What do you think?
