Don't know where I'm going

Despite the sadness and foreboding during my visits with Nana after she had the stroke, I did witness a very amusing incident at the rest home. While I sat with Nana, there was a resident in another room who was constantly saying things like, “I need to get up, I need to leave, where am I?” Sometimes, this was constant. One afternoon, as I sat quietly with Nana, the lady was saying, “I have to get up, I need to go, I don’t know where I’m going,” when suddenly another resident shouted, “You’re going to HELL for driving us all crazy!” I have to admit that made me laugh out loud.