I share a bedroom with my 72 year old grandma with dementia. She’s been living with us full time for about a year. She sleeps in the other bed in my room.
She’s a very happy-go-lucky, loopy dementia’d grandma. We call her Poppit (which is a term of endearment for children in England). She has a British accent that all my friends love as it makes her sound innocent even though my Poppit does get up to some scheming.
She remembers some things, but not others. She’ll remember I have a boyfriend, or if I was supposed to be going on a trip somewhere, but she won’t remember speaking on the phone to a relative that day or even if she ate lunch. She will tell you she’s not hungry for ages but if you mention chocolate, suddenly she’s starving. She’s dramatic in her reactions – ” I’m ABSOLUTELY exhausted!” – meanwhile she’s watched Judge Judy all day. “I’m ABSOLUTELY starving!” – meanwhile we’ve tried to give her pasta, chicken, pizza, etc but she’s not in the mood for any of that. Like my mom always said, if someone’s “STARVING” they’ll eat whatever’s in front of them. And so no, this isn’t just the dementia. It’s her personality to be picky. She doesn’t remember why she’s so tired or hungry, she just is.
She’s a huge fan of Judge Judy, Ed Sheeran and American Idol. She reacts with the audience quite well, sometimes believing these people are talking to her and she’ll speak back to the television. During the day she’ll watch the old-school original “Bewitched.” She goes to a prayer group on Monday nights with her church.
She is quite a character, my poppit. But a lovable one at that.