Grammy's been having a tough time lately. An infection landed her in the hospital; after 4 days she was discharged only to return to the ER less than 3 hrs later. She didn't have the strength to go home and was transfered to a short term rehabilitation center/nursing home. Fortunately, she's managed to keep her sense of humor.
When she was admitted to the hospital the nurse was doing a strength test. The nurse put her arms up and told Grammy 'push, hard, like you're going to punch me.' Grammy's reply? "Don't temp me!"
The admitting doctor came in to do a mental status evaluation. She asked basic questions to make sure Grammy was oriented.
Dr: Do you know what day it is?
G: The 21? About that?
Dr: Yes, that's right, almost Christmas.
G: Ooh, did you send your letter to Santa?
Me: Grammy you told me this summer, on your 95th birthday, that if you can't laugh you should dig a hole and crawl in it.
G: I said that?
Me: Yes, you told me that.
G: Your grandfather must have been slipping me some of the Polish vodka
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3 comments:
LOL. Grammy's brilliant.
will your grammy adopt me?
She'd also been in the rehab for all of 20 min took the Saltines off her dinner tray and stuffed them up her sweater sleeve. She would love you both.
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