Yes, the funny side of dementia has kept us from despair.
Once, mama called my brother.
Mama: I really need your help! You have to come over right away!
Son: What is wrong?
Mama: My phone is not working!
Son: But it is... You're calling me now...
Mama: Oh...
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She used to rummage in her purse every half hour or so, getting more frustrated as she couldn't find anything. I had made envelopes clearly labelled with items like stamps, money, lotery tickets. But the problem was that as she put them in again in her purse, she would fit one envelope into the other. So I took her purse and put everything in its place again. Twenty minutes after, she took the purse, saying with a stern look that it needed organizing. I couldn't help smiling and she laughed, saying triumphantly that she'd caught me grinning!
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While still living in her appartment, she often complained that somebody was stealing her cigarettes. (She often forgot where she put them).
mama: Somebody has stolen my cigarettes again. I know it.
me: Who could it be? The nurses or the girls from homecare?
mama, indignantly: Of course not!
me: Then who else could it be?
mama: Whatever.
I know that someone is stealing them.
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She had two plastic bags: one for empty soda bottles, one for recycling. We couldn't understand why she put exactly one half of the bottles and of the recycling in each bag.
Thanks for starting this thread!