Some people in some stages of dementia can present entirely normally in a short conversation, especially with people who don’t know them well – and I include in those people quite a lot of physicians.
Symptoms, however, can include loss of judgement and loss of time sense, even while speech still seems normal and most of short-term as well as long-term memory is still working.
Cite: my mother, who turned out to quite genuinely have no idea how long it took anyone to do anything, how long it was taking people to respond to her, or why a specific person couldn’t be continually present: and who also took to occasionally hitting people. It took way too long for me to recognize dementia, and then even longer before any of the medical people dealing with her saw it. I remember the podiatrist saying to me ‘Your mother’s still sharp as a tack’. I said to him ‘She just told you that she’s living alone in her apartment. She’s been living in an assisted care facility for the last three months.’
They do, but staff can be busy and not always able to respond quickly enough. Some entitled people think that yelling will get someone to come right away. Assuming, as dropzone stated, she doesn’t have dementia.
Had a similar situation once when MIL was hospitalized. MIL, an empathetic soul, couldn’t rest and BP went up. They finally had to sedate Yelling Yolanda.
Wading in to fix it when he doesn’t know the cause is a bad idea for OP.
No, no, no! You need to stew, to build all this up in your mind until she becomes your Great White Whale. Formulate witty comebacks to her, then foreign swear words and epithets from centuries ago, and then mega-rants with language that could never be uttered to any human being without both of you being shocked by the depths of your depravity. You need to invent clever little ways to get back at her, and up it by enlisting the help of staff, relatives and innocent bystanders in your nefarious schemes. You need to plan, to fill a wall with photos and red twine, to micromanage these machinations until the wee hours (don’t worry, the lack of sleep will give these revenges a piquant bouquet).
Then you need to come back here and tell us all about it.
Not reliably. It was either closed or all the way open until maintenance fixed it. Now, even if it’s closed all the way, my ghost is likely to open it all the way. And don’t deny I have a ghost because I heard the dead bastard turn the knob this afternoon.
Been there, done that myself. I sympathize with his situation. I’ve been in places with yellers. After awhile, you just want to say, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”
