only a ringer

so i was at work the other day, thinking about the fact that sometimes when a person has dementia, they slip into the language they grew up speaking, and others can't necessarily understand them. we've had residents who speak swedish, and at least one who spoke german. it helps if there's someone around who speaks that language, too, or at least knows enough of it to communicate a little bit.

how funny would it be if someone (like me when i'm old) started slipping into a language that no one could understand, only to finally have the dorkiest employee figure out what language it is and start speaking to her...in elvish.