Last week I went out to see a patient with very advanced Alzheimer's Disease. He's very sweet, but doesn't know a whole lot about what's going on with him these days. Well, most of the time, anyway. I was the 3rd person from Home Health to cross his threshhold. The nurse is a very big woman. The OT is a big woman. And, well, I'm not small. So as I got to him, I introduced myself and told him I was from therapy.
Him: Oh my! They've sent me another big one! (Then his hand sneaks quickly over his mouth) Oh my, I'm not supposed to say things like that.
Me: Him, (pats hips) we prefer "hearty".
Him: I'm not supposed to say that.
Me: (smiling) Him, just because you've got Alzheimer's doesn't mean you're always wrong.
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4 comments:
That's really touching. Thanks for sharing.
(I'm pretty sure you're not as "hearty" as you think you are.)
Freakishly strong...
At least for now he's still being sweet-like a 4 or 5 year old with no filter. Minion #1-holy cow that girl said some things that made me blush-but never mean spirited.
And I'd say curvaliscious!
I always thought you were normal, then again, I am no longer slim and svelte like a gazelle.
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