Been visiting the Old Man on a geriatric ward today - about his sixth hospital stay this year. His vascular dementia and Alzheimers are really starting to bite now. However, some light relief is provided by some of the things he says in his confusion during my visits.
On his previous stay I visited him at the weekend and it went like this -
Him - "I thought you were going to visit me on Saturday"
Me - "It is Saturday!"
Him - silence
10 mins later.......................
Him - "What day is it today?"
Me - "Give me strength!!"
This latest stay he mentioned to me that he was 92 years old. I should have left it at that, but for some reason I felt the need to correct him - telling him that as he was born in 1933 and it's 2024 now, he is only 91.
Went in next day, only to be told by the bloke in next bed that he had been talking to my father earlier that morning - said he didn't look too bad for 93. Once again, give me strength!