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Monologue Mania Day # 412 by Janet S. Tiger When Does the Day Begin March 31, 2015
When Does the Day Begin?
(for Caregivers Anonymous)
by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2015 all rights
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(The woman stands up, comes to the center of the stage, looks around)
You're right, I haven't talked in awhile. Perhaps...I have nothing left to say?
(She laughs and the others join in)
Okay, you don't have to laugh that hard!
Whoo...what's happened since I last spoke? Oh, my Uncle Ted is going into a home......that is new. Of course, it could a year...and in a year, who knows? Maybe he will get better....
(She laughs)
I told you, you don't have to not laugh that hard! Yeah, I have to go through the VA - what a joy! First the people go through war, then they get old and go through hell.....am not sure which is worse.
Here's the funny thing, I realized that...everyone knows, right? That one of the signs for dementia and Alzheimers is not knowing what day it is.....but here's my question - what happens when you don't know WHEN the day begins?
Sometimes people talk to me, and they find out I'm caring for someone with Alzheimers and I can see it on their face, that horror. Some know from experience.....others just know. But the thing they don't understand unless they've been through it is.....24/7 means, there is no start..... or end ....to the day.
(Smiles, remembering) After the kids went to college, before Uncle Ted moved in....and started declining.....boy I hate that term!.....before.....I got a fantastic job at....don't laugh!....Walmart. I was a....greeter. People felt sorry for me at that job, too, but I loved it! I had a demarcated job!
I got there and punched in, and the job started. I had specific breaks, and a whole half hour, uninterrupted!...for lunch! It was like....a miracle job!
And, at the end of the day, I clocked out, and went home, and the job was off my mind until I clocked in again! It was ....bliss!
No one called me to ask my opinion on the color of the carts, and no one asked why I hadn't purchased the right crackers for Ted.....why I was late, or early, or what I was doing......and every day, when I woke up, I knew that's when the day started. No midnight calls, no midnight falls and trips to the hospital at 3 am......
Don't get me wrong, my Uncle Ted was always good to me. He taught me how to play baseball when I was a kid, and when he moved to town, to be near me when Aunt Muriel passed, he bought a van for me, to help out, with the kids, and it could carry his walker to start, then his.....wheelchair.
I used to remember when the others would complain about Walmart, and, I know, they had things to complain about, but all I know is, I wish....I wish I could work there again.....I wish....I could know, when the day begins......
(She sits down. Spot on her, then blackout. End of scene)
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Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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