My Mom has dementia and she comes out with one liners that make me laugh out loud and/or kind of cringe.
One day I was using my laptop to talk pictures and videos of the two of us.
As my Mom was looking at herself in the monitor, she pointed to herself and said "Who is that?!!" She was serious.
Dad decided, as usual, to be funny. He tried to stand up, the alarm went off, Dad said "darn beans".
May have posted this long ago, don't remember but here goes.
At age 85 my mom has hip replacement surgery. After 3 days in the hospital she was moved to a rather grim old folks rehab mill. I'm with her when a very young and perky nurse shows up to check her in. The nurse is asking all the basic questions to establish moms cognitive level: name, know where you are, what day is it etc. Keep in mind that mom is still pretty "with it".
Mom asks what's with all the questions. I joking replied that it's was a test and if she got a question wrong they'd send her home.
Next question from perky nurse: "Can you tell who's the president?"
Without missing a beat mom says "Roosevelt!"
Pretty funny
He looks at the nurse and says, "can you pull up my pants? I don't have anything back there to keep them up. The front however is another matter."
I got to the nursing home today and as I approached Dad's room I noticed nurses standing outside his room hesitant to get too close and I saw a sock fly through the door. I approached and said "Dad, how ya doing? What's up". He said, "Stand away from the door!! I'm throwing my shoes at that bad nurse and I don't want to hit you by mistake! " I said, "Why"...He responded, "never mind why, just stand back so I don't get you by mistake!!!!". I stood back, waited for the shoe to fly by, and then poked my head in and said "ice cream??". Another day, another chuckle:-)
Hugs to you, my thoughts are with you.
TC
I know so many of you are CG's of parents with the horrible ALZ. I don't envy any of you in those shoes. My MIL died of Lewy-Body dementia. I know of what I speak. It was a long and twisted road.
My dear dad, marathon runner, artist, health nut, was diagnosed with a brain tumor at 77 and died 2 1/2 months later. He died in a hospice house and he basically starved to death. Food or a stomach tube wouldn't have "helped" him when a tumor was taking over his skull.
As crazy as it sounds, Kung Pao Chicken, are comfort words to me. He and I shared a love for all things spicy ( it was OUR thing) and he was holding my hand when he said it. That glioblastoma blew the crap out of his brain, but I knew he was there with me at that moment, just as he was for the first 50 years of my life.
Now my mother in AL, her tack's not as sharp as it was, but still pretty shiny. Nothing real funny there...
Dad was watching a baseball game on cable. The same game is on 2 channels, one is HD, one is not. Tired of waiting on the rain delay, dad asked mom to changed the channel to the other number.....thinking the non hd broadcast may not be raining!