One thing we did at home a lot when I was a kid was laugh as my father was a practical joker! Life wasn’t always ‘fun’ as we were relatively poor and it was tough on the farm, but laughing was a way to see past the hard work and numerous battles that we had. Last night mum sent me an email, which made me laugh out loud for ages, and so for my blog today, I am simply sharing it. My husband did say after I read it out to him, there was absolutely no need for me to go to the doctor!!
Baby’s First Visit to the Doctor
A woman and a baby were in the doctor’s examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby’s first exam.
The doctor arrived, and examined the baby, checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed.
‘Breast-fed,’ she replied.
‘Well, strip down to your waist,’ the doctor ordered.
She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a very professional and detailed examination.
Motioning to her to get dressed, the doctor said, ‘No wonder this baby is underweight. You don’t have any milk.’
‘I know,’ she said, ‘I’m his Grandma…
But I’m glad I came.”
I hope this gave you a smile! Laughing when you have dementia in your home is simply not optional.