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Jun. 4th, 2012 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sherryillkAnother chapter in the saga of my demented Grandmother (is that correct? Since she has dementia, she would be "demented," right?)...
I wish it were as light as her talking to herself in the mirror (she calls her reflection her "old lady friend" and always wants her to come with her to dinner with us). That would be much preferable than today's incident.
So, she's peed on the floor before. That's happened a few times. But today's is yet another step into that side of crazy. I take in the mail and like always, I drop off the junk at the dining room table. Only today, I find a wrapped package there. It's wrapped simply in a glossy flyer, like a makeshift paper envelope to wrap knickknacks and curiously, I pick it up. My Grandmother has a tendency to wrap anything and everything. She would take a couple of cookies, eat one and then find some way to wrap the leftovers. Or she would wrap candy to save for later. She's always been about making sure everything is properly stored away.
So I was thinking she probably got into the candy, or found some crackers or cookies and decided to wrap those. So I open it up, intending to put throw them away because really, who knows where that junk mail flyer has been? Whatever it was holding inside of it could be full of harmful microbes by now. And the ink was probably not good for human consumption either. Anyway, so I open it up.
At first I thought it was some chocolate malt balls. And then I thought it was just chocolate since they weren't all uniform and some slightly misshaped. And that's when I realized what they were.
I'm actually kinda proud at the restraint I showed. I didn't freak out, I didn't immediately drop them in shock or disgust. Because they weren't malt balls or chocolate. They were poop. It was poop balls wrapped in one of those stupid flyers for customized checks. ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE. Finding something like that is grounds for freaking out, don't you think?
But instead, I quickly rushed to the kitchen trash and threw them away. About that time, the smell started to hit me. *sigh* I'm surprised I didn't realize what they were sooner considering.
I then washed my hands very thoroughly with antibacterial soap (never minding what Diana says about it being bad -- if there ever was an instance where I needed the antibacterial aspect more than today, I do not recall) and now I'm going to disinfect the dining room table as well.
This also begs the question -- where did she poop them out? I walked the house and couldn't find any wet spots. Or dirty ones. Where did she poop them out? When did she do this? Is there somewhere in the house where she's been going to the bathroom on? That's not the toilet, I mean? o.O
Life with her just keeps on getting better and better...
I wish it were as light as her talking to herself in the mirror (she calls her reflection her "old lady friend" and always wants her to come with her to dinner with us). That would be much preferable than today's incident.
So, she's peed on the floor before. That's happened a few times. But today's is yet another step into that side of crazy. I take in the mail and like always, I drop off the junk at the dining room table. Only today, I find a wrapped package there. It's wrapped simply in a glossy flyer, like a makeshift paper envelope to wrap knickknacks and curiously, I pick it up. My Grandmother has a tendency to wrap anything and everything. She would take a couple of cookies, eat one and then find some way to wrap the leftovers. Or she would wrap candy to save for later. She's always been about making sure everything is properly stored away.
So I was thinking she probably got into the candy, or found some crackers or cookies and decided to wrap those. So I open it up, intending to put throw them away because really, who knows where that junk mail flyer has been? Whatever it was holding inside of it could be full of harmful microbes by now. And the ink was probably not good for human consumption either. Anyway, so I open it up.
At first I thought it was some chocolate malt balls. And then I thought it was just chocolate since they weren't all uniform and some slightly misshaped. And that's when I realized what they were.
I'm actually kinda proud at the restraint I showed. I didn't freak out, I didn't immediately drop them in shock or disgust. Because they weren't malt balls or chocolate. They were poop. It was poop balls wrapped in one of those stupid flyers for customized checks. ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE. Finding something like that is grounds for freaking out, don't you think?
But instead, I quickly rushed to the kitchen trash and threw them away. About that time, the smell started to hit me. *sigh* I'm surprised I didn't realize what they were sooner considering.
I then washed my hands very thoroughly with antibacterial soap (never minding what Diana says about it being bad -- if there ever was an instance where I needed the antibacterial aspect more than today, I do not recall) and now I'm going to disinfect the dining room table as well.
This also begs the question -- where did she poop them out? I walked the house and couldn't find any wet spots. Or dirty ones. Where did she poop them out? When did she do this? Is there somewhere in the house where she's been going to the bathroom on? That's not the toilet, I mean? o.O
Life with her just keeps on getting better and better...