Checked in w/ Aunt June at the Nursing Home this morning. She was feeling a little low so we toured the back yard, watched the birds, made out a card for her granddaughter's birthday, and finally went to the dining room for brunch. Each resident has a place mat with their name and hers contained notes that she eats only small portions and might need prompting on occasion. I looked at her and asked if she was hungry. "Yes," was her reply so I crossed out those notes. I asked if she wanted coffee w/ her breakfast. Her eyes lit up. I wrote in bold letters on her place mat "Requires Coffee." I read her the menu written on the board and asked which part of it she wanted to eat first. "Dessert," she replied. (Don't we all.) I wrote on the place mat "Lots of Dessert." We talked about what meals she liked the best and decided that it was chicken. I printed in big block letters, "Wants Chicken Cordon Bleu." Would that be a good diet for her? Well, maybe not. However at age 91 I figure she's got a right to eat whatever pleases her.
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