So, today a nurse introduced us to a resident who recently celebrated her 100th birthday. Such an amazing woman. She wheels herself around in a wheelchair, her hair still “salt and pepper” and her mind is pretty good as good goes at 100!
Anyway, she wheeled into Wayne’s room, pulling right up to his bed and fingered his beautiful (new!) fleece blanket. “I’m looking for my hounds tooth coat, the nurses took it away from me.”
Wayne informed her rather sternly that this was his blanket, not her coat. She shot back that she could tell it was not hounds tooth!
After I wheeled her out, I suggested he be patient as she’s 100. “I don’t care if she’s 110, I don’t want her in my room.” My man’s getting tough:)