I see a lot of cognitive impairment in my physical dysfunction fieldwork. On Friday, I went and got a woman for therapy who was not well oriented to reality. She was calling for Mr. Brown in a clear, calm, rational sounding voice. She was perseverating on calling for Mr. Brown. At some point, we tried to find out about Mr. Brown, but there was no information. She handed me a cup she was holding and said that I could it in the trash because Mr. Brown was not coming. Soon, she was calling for Mr. Brown again.
In part, this is what dementia looks like.
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