tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196908112011-04-22T05:10:57.511+10:00Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11393243399519805266noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19690811.post-1134539420808267822005-12-14T13:59:00.000+10:002005-12-14T15:50:20.830+10:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0198.1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0198.1.jpg"></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0195.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0195.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;">Keeping mommy company on her day off.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0197.0.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Teddy keeps me company while mommy cleans the house.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0198.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Getting tired of teddy where is mommy? </span></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0201.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Time to play with something else. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19690811-113453942080826782?l=tiffanys-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11393243399519805266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19690811.post-1134437063045517322005-12-13T11:07:00.000+10:002005-12-13T11:24:23.053+10:00<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0192.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0192.0.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">After working At Hill View House, I come home to milk and nappies. </p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0189.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My lil Miss Ariana </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19690811-113443706304551732?l=tiffanys-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11393243399519805266noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19690811.post-1134435670103840012005-12-13T10:02:00.000+10:002005-12-13T11:01:10.113+10:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0184.0.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0186.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0186.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Dementia - <em>Long-term loss of interllectual function, Detoriation of memory and reasoning ability and changes in personality.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I am currently assigned to look after this dear old lady at my work place till the secure unit is up and running. My job is to talk to her and keep her occupied so that she doesn't go wandering about by herself. This is where we have long chats about her family and her younger days. Its sad because at times when she is telling a story she will forget bits and pieces and she will pause and shed a few tears. </span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0184.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/1600/DSCK0184.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7644/1953/320/DSCK0184.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Its refreshing sometimes just to sit outside with a cuppa and enjoy her company and just listen to the sound of water just across from where we are sitting.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">The other day mom came and fetch me from work, so i took Ariana in just to show her. She gave me the biggest smile. It is very rewarding when you can make them smile and laugh and have a good day.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19690811-113443567010384001?l=tiffanys-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11393243399519805266noreply@blogger.com0