Dementia Talking

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!





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2 responses to “Dementia Talking

  1. Kathy Smail

    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