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.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.