Nursing Homes and Farting in Public
Though the nursing home was comfortable, the care good, and the food excellent, Fred didn’t like it. “Take me home,” he said every time a family member came to visit.
When his son arrived one day he found him sitting in the lobby in a wheelchair with pillows stuffed on either side. “What’s with the pillows, Dad? Having balance problems?”
Fred gave his son a disgusted look. “No! The pillows keep me from leaning sideways. They don’t let you fart here. Now take me to my room so we can talk in private.”
When Age Makes a Difference: A Medical Misunderstanding
He is 93 years old, ill, living in an assisted living facility, and he doesn’t like it.
“I want out!” he said the day I walked in to see him.
“How do you mean ‘out?” I replied.
He looked at me as if I lacked the good sense of a plate of beans.
“Do you mean if I was closer to 93 and in your situation, I’d have a better stab at understanding?”
“That’s about it.”
“I thought so.”
“My doctor told me yesterday that I could live another twenty years. God, what an awful thought!”Shuddering, shook his head.
“Did you kick him when he said that?”
“No,” he replied, laughing, “but I wanted to.”