Good as New

An old woman in a group home slips and hits her knee. She mutters “I broke my leg, I broke my leg” so her aides call us. We find her sitting on the floor. I ask her how she is. She mutters, “broke my leg, broke my leg.” But she didn’t break her leg. There is no deformity, no pain on palpation. She has good movement. My partner says, “There, you’re all better. You rested and its better.” We stand her up and I say, “Your leg is good as new.” She nods, seems pleased, and then she putters away chanting “good as new, good as new.”

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