Oh, the horror...
As most of you know, my grandpa lives with my family. Since he has moved in, life has gotten even more interesting, but yesterday something disturbing happened that I must share...
My grandpa sometimes isn't "all there". He is usually fine, but every once and a while he has a "bad" day. Example, one day when I came home from school, he was wearing four shirts, his belt was twisted to the side, and his hair was disheveled. I asked him if he was hot, to see if there was a logical explanation for the shirts, then I pointed out that he was wearing four shirts, counting them for him (to get him back in touch with reality), then asked him if he needed help with his shirts, then I also helped him fix his belt. I'm used to this kinda stuff from work and school, so it was no big deal. But yesterday...
I had been busy running errands and doing stuff around the house all morning. After putting my laundry away, I ran down stairs to make myself some lunch. I turn the corner, and there he is, standing at the food pantry in his robe wide open, exposing his, um, "manly glory". I quickly turned around and headed back up the stair. Didn't know how to handle that one. I mean, it's not the first time I've seen, well, you know, cuz at both my school and my work I've seen it all, but it's different when it's your grandpa... at home... in front of the pantry... blarf. Besides, confronting him would make us both uncomfortable. "Um, hey grandpa, do you realize that your, uh, is, uh... it's not really sanitary to uh... would you like a hot dog for lunch?" Yeah, it was just easier to go back up stairs. I lost my appetite, anyway.
My grandpa sometimes isn't "all there". He is usually fine, but every once and a while he has a "bad" day. Example, one day when I came home from school, he was wearing four shirts, his belt was twisted to the side, and his hair was disheveled. I asked him if he was hot, to see if there was a logical explanation for the shirts, then I pointed out that he was wearing four shirts, counting them for him (to get him back in touch with reality), then asked him if he needed help with his shirts, then I also helped him fix his belt. I'm used to this kinda stuff from work and school, so it was no big deal. But yesterday...
I had been busy running errands and doing stuff around the house all morning. After putting my laundry away, I ran down stairs to make myself some lunch. I turn the corner, and there he is, standing at the food pantry in his robe wide open, exposing his, um, "manly glory". I quickly turned around and headed back up the stair. Didn't know how to handle that one. I mean, it's not the first time I've seen, well, you know, cuz at both my school and my work I've seen it all, but it's different when it's your grandpa... at home... in front of the pantry... blarf. Besides, confronting him would make us both uncomfortable. "Um, hey grandpa, do you realize that your, uh, is, uh... it's not really sanitary to uh... would you like a hot dog for lunch?" Yeah, it was just easier to go back up stairs. I lost my appetite, anyway.
posted by Erin | 1:30 PM
5 Comments:
I almost fell out of my chair laughing! Then I thought about seening my grandmother like that. That make me shutter all through my bones... all the way down to my canaliculi.
I guess after having some "bad days" that should be expected.
When you loose sense of reality like children they like to take their cloths off. No shame in it so why not.
I do feel your pain in that, I have seen stuff I would rather have not seen before. I think the worst part is being trapped upstairs lol
Lucas- excellent usage!
Adam- Speaking of no shame, most old people don't have any. In the hospital, well never mind, it's kinda gross to share some of that stuff on the net. But if you ever need a "shameless" story to brighten your day, give me a call.
You got me all excited. You had two posts in one month and now... nothing.
sorry, finals week...
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