Tonight at supper, we were discussing Alzheimer's, because a man and his Dad, who happens to have Alzheimer's, came by and bought one of David's dirt bikes tonight. Anyhow, we were talking about how often people with Alzheimer's cannot live at home because it's just not safe. Well, I can rest relieved tonight, because Jadelyn will let me live with her - no nursing home for me. She told me that if I ever get Alzheimer's, she will lock me in my room, but she will still feed me. I asked her if she was going to slide the food under the door. No, she will not stoop that low (stoop - get it? Under the door? Stoop? Ha. I crack myself up. Except I'm not laughing. =P). She will unscrew the door and give me my food. I told her I might get lonely and want someone to cuddle. I don't think she responded to that.
So, now the vote - which is better - live in a nursing home or locked in your room at home?
Thanks, Jadelyn. I love you, too.
