Funny & Cute Things Our Demented Patients Say

The intended purpose of this article is to use the written word to capture some lighthearted memories and recollections about the funny and sometimes cute statements that my demented patients have made over the years. Working with the demented elderly population can be interesting. Specialties Geriatric Article

Anyone who works around the demented elderly population can attest to the fact that they sometimes say the darndest things.

Mr. Rider is a pseudonym for the slightly plump octogenarian nursing home resident who had some cognitive decline due to vascular dementia. Anyhow, I walked into his room with his breakfast tray one weekend morning about six years ago. I naturally assumed he would eat his food after I had gotten finished setting up the tray. After all, this guy was one who never missed any meals.

"I don't want to eat this morning," he earnestly tells me. "I'm trying to lose some weight."

I was taken aback by his response because Mr. Rider was not the type of man who ever worried about maintaining his figure. However, after a few more attempts to offer him the tray, he continued to refuse, so I respected his desire to 'trim down.'

Ms. Lucinda is a pseudonym for the petite septuagenarian nursing home resident who was afflicted with middle-stage Alzheimer's disease. Nursing staff had to be very careful with the manner in which they approached her because she would take a swing at any caregiver who made one wrong move. In addition to punching the person, she would give them a verbal lashing with vulgarities that were on the same level as a drunken sailor.

I had just given her a bolus g-tube feeding one night approximately four years ago. Before I left the room, she studied me from head to toe and declared, "You're getting too fat, girl!"

Her eyes suddenly shift to my round backside. She examines me for a few more seconds and nods her head in agreement before saying, "Yes, girl. You're getting fat! You need to stop pigging out!"

Anne is a pseudomyn for the frail nonagenarian nursing home resident whom I met in early 2006 at my very first nursing job. She had middle-stage Alzheimer's disease and other psychiatric issues. I was a brand new nurse back then, and had learned in nursing school to perform 'reality orientation' when dealing with disoriented patients.

She would ask me every 30 minutes, "How do I get to the fourteenth floor?"

My newbie response: "This building has no fourteenth floor. It only has one floor. You're in the right place."

Of course, she was never happy with my answer and would furiously roll around the building in her little wheelchair until she could locate anyone else who would direct her to the nonexistent elevator or the staircase that would lead to the fourteenth floor.

Nowadays I avoid reality orientation like the plague if the patient has middle-stage or end-stage dementia. Therapeutic fibbing seems to work well with these patients and causes them the least amount of emotional turmoil.

So, have any of your past or present demented patients said anything that was too funny or so cute? Feel free to share!

I now use this quote on the reg. It's humorous and while I don't mention Mrs. B but it makes me remember her and her awesome sense of humor and priceless witt.

hahaha that's so cute

We have a very demented lady who wanders throughout the unit, sometimes dusting things, sometimes carrying her sweater. Mostly, she is pleasant but sometimes has trouble with lower back pain. Because she speaks in "word salad," we have to really listen and watch her to be able to get her meaning. One day, as I was standing at the nurses' station, I saw her approach me with a very distressed look. I asked her what was wrong. She looked straight at me and declared, "My angel is flongled!" When I stood back and watched her as she walked away, I noticed that she was more bent over than usual and her hand was on her lower back. I went to the med nurse and asked her to medicate this resident for pain. An hour later, she had straightened up and was smiling as she wandered. So sometimes these demented residents are really trying to tell us something-we just need to learn to listen better!

YOU are an awesome nurse. Go you. Glad to know there are more of us out there ^_^

Two things come to mind:

Elderly lady from the Caribbean, blind on dialysis. About 22 years ago. In a four bed room and she would spend much of the night calling "God, help me! Please God, help me! God, are you there?" Needless to say, the other three pts were not impressed. One night shift we could hear her all the way to the desk calling for God. In desperation, one of the other nurses punched her bed number into the intercom and said "This is God. Go to sleep." Never heard another word from her but she told the day nurses she had "heard God's voice loud and clear last night". Never called out at night again.

Elderly gentleman with dementia. I recognized the name as the same of a benefactor I had heard of through my work with Girl Guides. I was helping change him one day and after we had fixed the blankets and made sure he was okay, I said I had a question for him. I asked him if he was the same Mr X who had been involved in this particular Girl Guide camp. He started to cry and he said to me "You know, that place turned out way better than my wife and I ever dreamed it would. We just thought it would be an okay place for the girls to put some tents, and I can't remember how many girls use it now." I reassured him that it was well used and very well loved and that we would always take care of the land. After that day he could never remember my name, but he knew he had some sort of connection with me that he didn't have with the other nurses, although he could never had told you what it was. But everytime he saw he he would hold out a hand and say "There she is! There's my girl!" He is long since gone, but I still think of him everytime I go to camp.

Oh gosh this makes me think of the time I used the intercom to talk to an elderly woman who would yell random things so loud we could here her ALL the way down at the station on the opposite end of the hallway. So I said, "Mrs. E, shhhh goooo to sleeeeep" to which she responded "Where are you?!" I told her I was in the hallway so I wouldn't confuse her but for at least a week straight this woman who couldn't remember where she lived, remembered to tell everyone she heard the voice of God. Lol. Too cute. I miss her.

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hahaha that's so cute

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I also want to say, I can see there is some controversy regarding the 'lighter side' of LTC, but I genuinely believe that these stories come from a place of love, and laughter is sometimes the only response to the crazy situations nursing home caregivers are presented with. No judgement or schadenfreude intended!

I worked in a private-pay SNF for 2 years before moving to a med/surg hospital floor (the hours are just a lot more conducive to schooling, I did love LTC!) Almost all of the stories shared here hit home for me in some way, but I saw a couple truly original ones in my time at the nursing home.

One gentleman in particular was truly unforgettable - this man was in the Navy for a good long time, and a lot of...questionable...behaviors seeped back in once his dementia progressed. One time it was 'cutting' lines of sweetener on the dinner table in front of 2 scandalized little old ladies, and proceeding to snort his Splenda lines. The placebo effect gave him quite the buzz until the CNA's noticed, cleaned up, and he forgot about it.

Another time he told me and a fellow petite female CNA that "You blokes are navy men! I can tell by the way you walk." I'm not even sure what to make of this one, but he also told me one day, while I was lifting his wheelchair out of a very awkward position shoved behind some furniture and he was watching from bed, that I had the "touch of a blowtorch".

The best was a note he left at the nurses station very casually one night. There in spidery, almost illegible handwriting was the following message (punctuation included). "HELP! I'm stuck on a submarine!!!! They are very nice to me, but I cannot get out without sinking the whole d*** boat. There are POW's being tortured, I can hear them screaming about their dinners through the walls. Please TELL NO ONE I CONTACTED YOU. THIS IS K. (last name)!!!!!!!!"

This isn't so much funny as endearing - we also had a very sweet, shy, completely receptive aphasic former chemist lady who would occasionally concoct formulations of juice, sugar, salt, oatmeal, whatever she had handy and offer them to people who looked ill to her. Those motor memories of mixing and pouring never left her sweet head!

When I was a new nurse's aide, I had a lady in her 90s and one night she said she was waiting for her parents to come visit her. She did not appreciate my attempt at reality reorientation: I asked her how old she was and she replied "Are you implying that my parents are dead?":speechless:

Years ago, 2 elderly sisters walking down the hall of the nursing home, Sister 1,"How old do you think we are?" Sister 2,"I don't know, about 80 I guess." Sister 1,"Well no wonder we are confused!" How precious are our elders!.

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The funniest thing ever said to me by a confused patient was by my grandmother. I had been living overseas for several years and came home for a vacation. My grandma was in a local nursing home so I would go daily to see her as she was failing and I knew that I would probably not see her again. She tolerated my (short) daily visits for 4 days, but was getting visibly irritated by my visits. Finally, on the 5th day when I showed up she looked me in the eye and said, "Don't you have any friends?" It's been 12 years since then and I'm still laughing about it.

After 20 years of working in geriatrics, I have heard it all! But my favorite story is about the time I am walking down the hall with one of my residents who spoke only "word salad". She looked at my name tag and said my name and then my title "Admini-Monster". I even had a name tag made up with Adminimonster on it as my title and wore it on Halloween every year. God love her.

I would like a nickle for every time I have sang "You are my Sunshine" or "Daisy Daisy, give me your answer true" or "Jesus Loves Me". I have also said the Lord's Prayer or the Pledge of Allegiance many times attempting to access the person's automatic response to deescalate an agitated resident.

Both were very common themes in my building as well. I think so many think there is an upstairs is because in the older homes, the bedrooms were often upstairs. I had many residents that would say they were going upstairs and that was our cue they were looking for their rooms. The money issue probably is because most are from a generation that went through the depression and they were proud people who didn't want to spend their money or that they couldn't afford. The usual answer that worked was everything was being paid for by their insurance.