Don, rolling over in bed, (gloomily): “I suppose I’ll have to go see the doctor soon. I’m certainly not looking forward to that.”
Adding (with apprehension): “He’s going to eat me.”
I always wondered why he would (aggravatingly) grin through his teeth and assure every doctor that he was just fine, even if he had asked for the appointment!
2 responses to “Dementia Talking”
Sorry D, I had to laugh at that last post. I know it’s not a laughing matter for Don, but if he could see it from the outside I’m sure he would have a belly laugh too. xoxoxo
Yes he would 🙂