More news from the Eldercare Underground: Nursing Home Edition
A couple of weeks ago, I thought my mother would have about as much chance of liking her new surroundings in the nursing home as Newt Gingrich would making it into the Republican presidential candidates top tier.
Turns out, I was wrong on both counts.
She seems to like the attention lavished on her and I’ve heard nothing but rave reviews for the food they serve. And, best of all, she has gotten to know a small group of ladies who share the table with her in the dining room.
Yesterday she had an appointment with the cardiologist. I went along with her in the nursing home’s wheel chair equipped van. Door-to-door service. You can’t beat a deal like that.
We returned right at lunch time and the driver wheeled her into the dining room, where I directed him to her usual table.
He positioned her next to Cora, the 96-year-old “ringleader” of their merry band.
A dining room aide brought a plate of food immediately and then asked my mother if she would like coffee, tea or apple juice to drink with her meal.
Cora, her eyes twinkling mischievously, leaned over to my mother and said in a loud stage whisper:
“Why don’t you order a beer?”
Uh oh. I think we’ll have to watch out for this one.
I can just see them busting out of the home and heading on down the road in their wheel chairs to the new sports bar that just opened nearby out on the highway.
If they leave right now (Saturday), they might make it in time for Monday Night football.