Scuffle at the Nursing Home

I just went to visit my grandma (Mamaw) in Ohio this past weekend. She lives in an "assisted living facility". AKA Nursing Home.

Me with my sweet Mamaw

 Now I had never been privy to the goings on of such a place before, so upon entry I found myself holding my breath and feeling a little nervous. My sister Heather, who had come on the trip with me, had warned me of the sights, sounds, and, yes, smells of the place.  If you had heard the stories, you would be nervous too.

Well, it turned out not to be so bad...if you could ignore the constant smell of #2 and the woman two rooms down screaming, "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!".  But overall, the nurses were kind and the residents were very pleasant.  Most of them would call out an excited greeting as they shuffled (or scooted in a wheel chair) past you in the hallway.

My favorite times at the "facility" took place in the dining hall.  Heather and I would pull up chairs to Mamaw's table and chit-chat with her table mates. Our ears were frequently caught tidbits of conversation between the other residents and the nurses such as, "Just one more bite!", or "Swallow that pill now," and sometimes just general moaning from residents that were more severely disabled.  During one particularly noisy period, Mamaw's table mate nudged me and said, "They sound like a bunch of wolves, don't they?" Comic relief. I think if I hadn't laughed, I would have cried.

Now for the absolute highlight of the trip.  We are sitting in the dining hall when a fight breaks out.  Little-Smoker-Lady-with-No-Dentures had finally had enough of Big-Bossy-Overbearing-Woman's crap.  Name calling ensues.  "SHUT UP!!!", "YOU SHUT UP!", "Why don't you just leave everyone the hell alone!", "Mind your own damn business!", "Ahh, go F*** yourself!!!".  Words I never thought I would hear from an 80 year old. After the two had been broken up and everything was settling back down, the nurse walks by our table and says casually, "Ya, we double as bouncers..." Classic.

Here are some more pictures from our eventful stay in Cincinnati:

Heather, Mamaw & I at Bob Evans.

Mamaw scarfed her Biscuits&Gravy:)

Aunt Pam, Aunt Mary, Mamaw, Heather and Me

Heather and Karla (who was a wonderful hostess)

My cousins Thomas and Ryan. They're my boys:)

Mamaw was a hairstylist. She used to give me haircuts

while I sat on her dryer.  Now I get to do her hair!

(That's Big-Bossy-Overbearing-Woman in the background. 

Would you want to mess with her?)