The surreal world of being old

Iv got myself a skiving day from work experience to do coursework, which I havent got round to yet and its nearing 3pm. Just because I felt like i was wasting 'valuable' time wondering around the halls of the old peoples home like a lost soul. I am the spare spart. And if im not aimlessly wondering im heckling 100 year old ladies, and waking them up from their morning naps for some company, and stories. Besides not really having anything to do, I actually love talking to them. My favourite resident is Peggy, she has lost her memory so she finds it hard to remember her sons names and things like that, she gets quite fustrated with it. I asked her about her sons and she said shes got lots of photos of them so she went to her room to get them for me, and came back really excited with a big grin on her face. I find it really easy to talk to her, and shes so lovely. Some of the women are a bit.. spaced. Then theres May, or should I say MATHEW-LEAN. I sat talking with her for quite a while as she was looking a bit down, I prey on the lonely ones! Ha, I actually do! But only so I can be someone to talk to. But anyway, she has dementia, and dosent remember hardly anything about her life. She can speak clearly, and has good hearing, and is more spritely than most. And is the most greatful person I have ever met, sincerely. All she talks about is how grateful she is to her carers and how everyone gets along nicely. The only thing is having a conversation with them is sort of like a song being on loop, it lasts for 5-10 minutes and then starts up again, same lines, same dramatic pauses, same crazy laughter. :D
But yeh May's a babe; and you wouldnt belive it, I was sitting there talking to her like I would to any other person. And this carer shouted over in a really patronising way, like May was about 2 years old "TELL HER HOW OLD YOU ARE MAY, GO ON TELL HER!!" and May gave her this death stare, and then said annoyed "Im 102" and I said wow, you seem only my nans age! A good 15 years younger. And then this carer cut in saying with a big stupid grin on her face "AND YOU MIGHT EVEN LIVE TO SEE CHRISTMAS IF YOUR LUCKY!!" I couldnt believe the twat actually said it
And so I said, nahhh youll live to be 110 at least, aim for the guiness book of records May! But it wasnt even like she was on her last thread. The next day I went and sat with her, it was lovely and sunny outside and I was guessing she probably never moved herself from that armchair, so I said to her "Can you walk much May?", and this seemd to liven her up, and she started boasting about how she could walk for miles and miles if she wanted! And so I said okay, well in that case lets go and sit outside in the sun :) And so we walked outside, and she was impressively speedy for her age, she even did a jig, you know how in old films when someones happy and they jump up and flick there legs in the air to the side. I could write about this for pages, but anyway :) Im going to try and get cracking with this work!