Every morning, after helping her dress, I wheel Nanny to the kitchen table. She's relatively healthy, so she doesn't need too much medication. I put her pills on a folded paper towel and she takes them while I fix her breakfast. This morning, she asked if she could chew up the last two pills because they were kind of big. I looked to see which ones she meant, because her pills are all very small. I had to stifle a giggle as I said, "Yes, you can chew those jelly beans."
If you haven't already guessed from reading these posts, Nanny has mild to moderate dementia. It varies, depending on how she's feeling, and the time of day. Most of the time it's amusing and we can laugh about it. Occasionally, it's heartbreaking, like when she asked me, "How did your mother die?" My mother was her daughter.
*This is a semi-regular post about life with my (nearly) 93 year old grandmother.
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