The joys of dementia

I was at work, caring for an elderly woman with dementia. She was propelling herself around the unit in her wheelchair, talking and singing, as was her usual routine. She had her  ‘baby’ (doll) with her, a small bundle in a pink one piece piggy outfit, complete with little ears and a tail.

As she tiptoed her way by, a nurse’s aid stopped to take a peek at her infant.

Nurse’s Aid:  “Oh! What a cute baby! What’s her name?”

Woman (smiling):  “Crotch!”

Nurse’s Aid: “Well, I guess that makes sense. That’s where it came out of!”

True story.

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