Blessed Quietness

There is little to share about Joe this week. Thankfully, very little. He has gone each day to the center and hasn't complained even once.

He asked me a week ago why everyone said that he was sick since he isn't. I explained to him very patiently why he is and the evidence of it. He said that I was mistaken, but to have me prove it to him anyway. I gave him the three word test. I say three words to him slowly. He is supposed to be able to tell them back to me afterwards. I gave him the three words and asked him what they were. What words? was his answer. I said, the three words I just gave you. Oh, those. I wasn't paying any attention. What were they again? I gave them again and asked him to repeat them back to me. What words, he asked again. The ones I just gave you. Oh, well, I don't know what they were. I guess I am just really going to have to pay more attention. Give them to me again. I gave them one at a time and he repeated them to me one at time. Then I asked him what they were. What words? he said again. I told him that is why people know that he is sick. He said, "Oh, I guess so," and that was the end of that. The issue was forgotten, of course, by the time we had visited for a few more minutes so he still thinks he is OK. Why burst his bubble with reality if he doesn't ask? He can think anything he wants as long as he goes to the center each day and gives me a little sunshine in his descent.