tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post112519008893882822..comments2023-10-18T03:53:59.377-04:00Comments on The Last Debate: Grandmother DearestAndyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13524483460829802534noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125339641155316382005-08-29T14:20:00.000-04:002005-08-29T14:20:00.000-04:00Ouch, Andy.Methings Grandmother should have been t...Ouch, Andy.<BR/><BR/>Methings Grandmother should have been taken down a peg or two in her day, although by now it hardly seems right, given her age and mental state.<BR/><BR/>Kudos for handling it the best you could.Matthewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02956524909645097069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125309528169598732005-08-29T05:58:00.000-04:002005-08-29T05:58:00.000-04:00Sorry for the trouble. I know things like this do...Sorry for the trouble. I know things like this don't make life easier!Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11542750642334339031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125296144234085352005-08-29T02:15:00.000-04:002005-08-29T02:15:00.000-04:00In the spirit of looking for the bright side...It ...In the spirit of looking for the bright side...<BR/><BR/>It would seem that as the pharmacy was so speedy in filling the perscription, your Grandfather should have an extra Vicodin or two lying around. Maybe you should point this out to your father.<BR/><BR/>All this begs the question, would he be better of taking it himself, or powdering it up in your dear Grandmother's afternoon tea?Matthewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15873264637235332589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125291621577224882005-08-29T01:00:00.000-04:002005-08-29T01:00:00.000-04:00My grandmother was kind of like that too -- I coul...My grandmother was kind of like that too -- I could tell the same the "Grandmother, not grandma" story word for word! -- and the other stuff sounds like what happened when she developed her Alzheimer's, to an extent... so sorry to hear you and yours are having to go through that...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125255207176961912005-08-28T14:53:00.000-04:002005-08-28T14:53:00.000-04:00No, definitely not safe to leave her in charge. M...No, definitely not safe to leave her in charge. My dad was going to spend the night there last night, but I haven't heard yet how it went. I asked what would happen if she wouldn't let him in and Dad said, "She can't stop me." Still, I'm sure he didn't get a lot of rest.Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13524483460829802534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125254593932410032005-08-28T14:43:00.000-04:002005-08-28T14:43:00.000-04:00Yowch. I hope the weekend starts looking up. Are...Yowch. I hope the weekend starts looking up. Are you sure it's safe to leave her in charge of your grandfather?Matthewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15873264637235332589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1125233268560750232005-08-28T08:47:00.000-04:002005-08-28T08:47:00.000-04:00Andy, The story is sad, but you managed to make it...Andy, <BR/><BR/>The story is sad, but you managed to make it humorous...especially with the pictures.<BR/><BR/>I fear my grandmother might have turned out this way if Alzheimer's hadn't completely taken over her brain at 82 and rendered her little more than a two year old. She didn't swear, but she had moments of psychological and physical cruelty that were surprising: like the time she lost it and came after my sister with a shoe, beating her for not practicing her piano lessons for as long as she should have; and the way Grandmother stood over her as she practiced, waiting for her to make a mistake, only to direct her to play it over and over again until it could be played without mistake. Unfortunately, it made my sister, who could have been a good pianist, hate the piano to the point that she didn't play in my grandmother's presence ever again after my grandmother moved from the house. Of course, my mother blames herself for the fact that my sister could have been a concert pianist if not for my grandmother. Life is grand.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07553564105572755113noreply@blogger.com