Really Short Term Memory
My husband got Dad up, gave him his shower, and dressed him. Dad came to the table where he had his usual breakfast of a banana, toast, egg, and coffee. He had just finished and I had not even put his dishes in the dishwasher yet when Dad asked where his breakfast was. I asked him what he meant.
"I need my grits and milk."
Dad has not eaten grits for breakfast in the 53 years he has been married. I told him what he had just eaten.
"Well, I guess I'm not hungry then."
posted by Margee | 6:48 AM
1 Comments:
First of all, you are so blessed you have a husband who helps you! Second of all... I know this story all too well... You should hear it when a family member comes on to my Unit and a Resident tells them that they didn't eat today, when they already have eaten every crumb of Breakfast and Lunch. I am glad that I educate the families and they don't think I'm starving their mothers!!!
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