Loving and Living with Alzheimer's: Musings and snippets of my life experiences while dealing...coping...loving...helping...family members suffering from Alzheimer's. If you can relate, then I hope you will follow my blog and also would love to hear from you as well. Kristy
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Alzheimer's is such a sad disease, sometimes it is good to laugh a little... Last week Mom complained of stomach pain, but she couldn’t tell me
where it hurt.I asked the staff nurse
to check on her.Here’s the conversation:
Nurse: So, Flo, your daughter says you are experiencing stomach
Mom: I am?
Me: Yes, remember? You said your stomach hurts?
Mom: I don't think so.
Nurse: Ok. How have you been doing? Any
Mom: Well, my stomach hurts.
The nurse and I exchange glances.
Nurse presses lightly on her abdomen: Any pain when I do
Doctor presses on various areas of her abdomen, pelvic
area and lower back: Doctor: No pain, when I touch it here?
Doctor: Does it hurt worse after you eat?
Mom: I don't think so.
Doctor: Ok, Flo, let's have you lay back on the
table so you can point out exactly where it hurts. We may need to
order an ultra sound.
The nurse assists mom in removing her blouse.Underneath the blouse, her bra is on
backwards and is clasped across her belly.The nurse unclasps the bra.
Mom: It doesn't hurt anymore!
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