Crazy Relatives
curvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
curvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
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Maltesers anyone?
My grandmother's slow descent into senile dementia eventually culminated in her being incarcerated into a residential "retirement community". Up until then she had been doing all the usual senile things - putting food in the refrigerator expecting it to cook, leaving doors open, getting lost on the way home from the local village shop and ending up three miles into forestry commission land.
Sadly, being put it a home only served to accelerate her dementia. I believe the lowest point was when she took to shitting in the fruit bowl in her bedroom. Apparently the resulting pellet-shaped excrement looked just like chocolate pieces and she would offer them around to members of the staff.
I'm sure people who work in old people's home see this sort of thing (and worse) all the time, but it was quite a shock to find our once dignified and more than a little stuck up grandmother doing this sort of thing.
( , Sat 7 Jul 2007, 9:32, Reply)
My grandmother's slow descent into senile dementia eventually culminated in her being incarcerated into a residential "retirement community". Up until then she had been doing all the usual senile things - putting food in the refrigerator expecting it to cook, leaving doors open, getting lost on the way home from the local village shop and ending up three miles into forestry commission land.
Sadly, being put it a home only served to accelerate her dementia. I believe the lowest point was when she took to shitting in the fruit bowl in her bedroom. Apparently the resulting pellet-shaped excrement looked just like chocolate pieces and she would offer them around to members of the staff.
I'm sure people who work in old people's home see this sort of thing (and worse) all the time, but it was quite a shock to find our once dignified and more than a little stuck up grandmother doing this sort of thing.
( , Sat 7 Jul 2007, 9:32, Reply)
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