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It's about time I shared their thoughts. And here are the resident's thoughts:
Is this my new home?
What happened to my money?
They stopped visiting three months ago.
When they dropped me off, they said they would be here all the time.
What does 'all the time' mean?
Do they think I'm senile?
They just said I have dementia. How do I let them know I'm not? Everything I say, they say I have dementia. If I don't know what I'm talking about, I can't say I'm fine.
Why do they say I complain a lot? When I say, I'm fine, they say I'm not.
I should at least be allowed to complain that I am not fine, when they say I'm not fine.
I have an itch.
Where is my money?
Don’t I have grandkids?
I don't have dementia. Damn it!!!! I don't have dementia!!!
I just thought I had them. I haven't seen them. So, I'm asking if I have them.
Now they think I'm crazy, because I yelled.
Did somebody steal my identity? Is there a me walking around with dementia, enjoying life?
I know somebody stole my money.
Who is this woman saying she loves me?
Why is she not my daughter? I like her.
Who is this guy?
A lot of random people are touching me.
Where are my kids?
This is breakfast again.
If this is catered, it's got to get better.
The nursing home said they have a chef. Does he make anything other than meatloaf?
Salisbury steak is meatloaf.
They call this entertainment?
That is a guy singing songs from the 1950s. I am only sixty-five.
Is this a hospital?
Why am I still in my hospital gown?
This music is bad. I wish I could tell them to change it. But I lost my voice five years ago.
Where the hell are my kids?
Did they abandon me again?
Do they not see how unhappy I am?
I have to stop smiling. Maybe I’ll get a field trip if I stop smiling.
Why are these kids dancing? Do they not teach math anymore at the Jewish day school?
I feel like they are rubbing it in. I am in a wheelchair right now.
Do they teach wheelchair dancing?
Why is this nurse pissed off? She can walk.
Is anybody showing up for the holidays?
The kids dancing is cute, but I know it's still not Purim.
I guess that’s another holiday by myself.
I know it’s my birthday, you pieces of ----.
Where is everybody?
They could’ve at least invited me.
I'm sorry. I meant to curse at my kids and my family. I just know that if I tell them how big of ---- faces they are, they won't visit again.
They don't visit.
I can’t drink Shasta anymore.
That's disgusting. Do I have to see everybody in hospital gowns here? Can they get them real clothes? I just saw another tush.
Am I still at a forty-five degree angle?
These recliner beds are cool, but there's got to be a different angle.
How much Jevity is there?
It’s like Manah.
I have an itch.
I can hear you. I don't have dementia.
Is this a class?
Did the doctor just bring in a class?
Am I a study?
Why is the PT coming now.
Did she just pull my leg over my head?
This isn't the right thing to do right now. I am sleeping.
Hallmark on this TV too.
Why does that kid visit? Why has she not given up on her mom? Everybody else has.
Thelma and Fran don't have family.
They have family? Their families abandoned them too?! That's beautiful. I now feel like I'm part of something.
I still have crushed ice. I love crushed ice.
Why is this teenage aide saying I’m cute?
They’re going to kick this guy out. He’s been visiting too much. Never care too much. That gets you ousted.
My name is not Harvey. It’s Harry. Why they all call me Harvey?
If my daughter just had decent handwriting.
She learned how to dance. That, they taught her at school.
Why are all of these people staring at me?
Am I part of a class?
Am I on the syllabus?
Family is visiting. Something really bad must have happened.
More family is visiting. Am I in the hospital?
Why are people talking so close to me?
I can hear. You don't have to yell.
Did they just stick me in another room? I wasn't consulted about this.
Can we have one person washing me up? Why is there a different person every day? Too many hands are on me.
Are they listening to dance music? This new roommate is getting really annoying.
Are these people talking about me in third person again?
I am right here.
This is my community now. These nurses are my people.
I should've told my kids to be nurses.
Why did we tell them all to be doctors and lawyers.
Nurses visit. Tell your kids to go into nursing.
I will not smile for them. They'll think the gown makes me happy.
Where is the doctor? Does this guy ever show up? Will he ever change these meds? Did he just sign off on this morphine stuff and run? That's not responsible. There must be side effects. I just pooped in my bed again.
Are these my clothes?
Then why are they on me?
This does feel like a hospital bed.
This is a hospital bed.
I love how I am sleeping in a recliner.
Let people know how you feel, before they think you have dementia. Curse them out when you're young.
***For a Refuah Sheleyma for חיה נחה בת ריבה לאה and all who need a speedy recovery, and shared laughter with their family and friends.
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Humor, laughter and a positive outlook in the hard times. This includes Torah thoughts by Rabbi Kilimnick and humor from within.
With nursing facilities closed, this guy is trying to figure out why his kids are trying to break into the room, scoping it out. He's asking when his kids turned into a bunch of stalkers.
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