My Grandmother is pretty cool. She’s almost 90. Last month she hurt her back and just got placed in a nursing home. They put her on some kind of drugs. My mother emailed me detailing some awesome hallucinations. Not sure whether her brain is more affected by drugs or age, but getting old doesn’t sound too bad…
I’m not sure what she is on…
She told me that you were going to start traveling again and would be making a lot of money playing poker. I told her that I was pretty sure that you hadn’t played poker in a few years. She is pretty funny these days.
When the plant you and Mac sent came yesterday it was in a box. I asked her if she wanted me to open it. She said she knew that it was a urinal. That was what she asked for. Imagine her surprise when she saw the beautiful plant. I also explained to her that women can’t use a urinal since they don’t have a penis. She thought that was funny too.
This morning she called me and said that when the nurse came to get her up for breakfast she didn’t want to get out of bed, so she told them she was having a heart attack and needed rest. The nurse wanted to take her to the hospital. I told her she shouldn’t be making shit up. I just never know what she will do next.
If you have a chance…give her a call.
Love…Mom
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April 10th, 2008 at 11:52 am
She is asking for a urinal? I’m going to start using the “having a heart attack” excuse when I don’t want to get up for work. Genius!
April 10th, 2008 at 3:05 pm
My nanna has dementia and lately we feel like we don’t know what she’ll say or do next. Sometimes it’s so funny and sometimes its so painful. I wish you guys all the best with that. and maybe get her a urinal. Shit, she’s 90 and if she wants one…maybe she knows something we don’t?
April 10th, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Upon seeing the headline I thought this post would be about the criminally underrated film “Grandma’s Boy”
April 11th, 2008 at 10:50 am
Please just give me a pill when dementia overtakes me. I don’t want a urinal…I want a soft toilet seat.