You just have to laugh sometimes.....
Some of my recent favourites are:
"I had a terrible night last night. I had to stay awake .. until I went to sleep" (said several times over, with greater emphasis each time, because of course if you repeat it, then it must make sense.)
"drinking water causes gas, so no water, and no salt, cause salt makes you drink water"
"the toothpaste took all the enamel off my teeth in just 3 days!"
Since then she has asked me everyday if she can have my nice big TV...then she laughs so hard it hurt her stomach.
Mom was telling me how she would waltz with her head on a fellows shoulder and she said "It's a wonder that we didn't get in more trouble, that he would get all worked up and not be able to go home"! HA I guess she means his parents won't let him in the house with a " woody"!!! Lol
My response, as a joke, was to point out that she should look on the bright side - if she totally loses her memory, she'll only never need the one book. She glared at me and and I told her that, if she thought hard about it, there could be other good benefits to total memory loss.
She then suddenly looked a bit smug and said, "You know, I think I have finally lost my memory, completely. I just don't remember having any ice cream, today," and we had actually just finished having ice cream.
Maybe it's a you-had-to-be-there moment, but it was kind of funny.
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I got to the end of scanning and bagging and trying to pay, but the system is griping at me about something or another. I looked over and Mom was putting the bags in the cart and it apparently wasn't ready, so I explained it and put them back.
Went back to try to put in my credit card when the system started to gripe, again. Mom just couldn't wait and she was kind of inching one of the bags off.
We had the same discussion. I went back to put my credit card in and she started asking me, "Can I do it, now?" "Nope," I said, but she was inching it, again. It went back-and-forth with "Can I do it, now?" "Nope" and me reaching over to shove the bag back on the scale.
This went back-and-forth for a bit - good thing no-one was behind us.
Yesterday, I was getting somewhat impatient about it but, today, can laugh.
I prepared his ice cream in a bowl. Drizzled some chocolate fudge on it, mixed it up then gave him. As he was eating it, he kept humming with appreciation. Hours afterwards, he kept saying, "That ice cream is good! Do we still have more?"
Mother asked me why I didn't go to college on the GI bill. I told her that I wasn't military. She asked my why I didn't enlist? I said "During Viet Nam?" !!
I see in my peripheral vision, he's searching all over the bed and end table. He finally asked me, "Did you give me gum? I cannot find it."
Ooops! I forgot!
"People could go there and have sex," she said brightly.
The Sex Hotel. I crack up whenever I think about it.
My contribution: Edna's right side was badly effected from her stroke and both arm and leg become rigid without imposed movement. She almost always wakes up and as I slowly get it moving, she quips, "Stiff as a peter, huh?" and thus begins the laughter .. and the peeing. And more laughter. And more pee. At least I know she's emptying her bladder.
Bedridden dad exclaimed, "Something's burning! I better get ready to run!"
She said 'I don't want gas - I'm constipated again.' ( She meant the Sennokot laxative)
And then there was the time she told a man that she didn't like him 'acting so impotent.' (!)
Aw, Jeanette - those are the comments that *almost* make everything worthwhile and give us the strength to keep going some days. Sounds odd, but just someone acknowledging how difficult they're being to care for...that just helps some, doesn't it?