Welcome to the Club

Yesterday was a rough day for me. I managed to catch some kind of stomach bug and was not able to visit with grandma. It's pretty much common sense to not hang around sick people if you are sick. Although, I'm fairly certain I caught the bug from the sick people in the first place and it really would only be fair to give it right back to them.

Mom ended up spending most of the day with grandma. She may not agree, but I think it was a great day for her. In fact, it was a glorious day because she is now a member of my club. Let me explain.

Grandma has been pretty tired lately. A combination of medications and moving from the nursing home to the hospital and back to the nursing home has really worn her out. It would wear anyone out. Being so tired has also made her a little more irritable. She doesn't have time for anyone's nonsense, so I guess it was good I didn't come around.

After a long day, my mom helped grandma get ready for bed. When grandma is irritable, she likes to play a little trick on people to get them to hang out with her longer. Once she is tucked in, everything for the evening is explained and your one foot out the door, she does it. "I have to go the bathroom." To get her back to the bathroom means starting the enter going-to-bed process over again and that means your head is likely to explode. Knowing grandma really was tired mom decided it would be a good idea to get the bed pan out. Bad idea.

To use the bed pan, you have to roll to the side and then roll back on top of it. Mom kindly asked grandma to roll on her side, probably smiling to herself thinking how smart she is and how she's just the best darn nurse on the planet. Grandma rolled...and grandma farted.

"Happy New Year!" grandma exclaimed.

Mom was officially initiated into the Grandma Farts In My Face Club.