Nana's Nose Candy

My grandmother's currently in the hospital because she's been falling a lot lately and the staff wanted to do some testing (which they did back in December). The tests said that it was all treatable, but she'd have to go to a program in another part of the hospital. The program is to help her restore her health and strengthen her muscles so she can go back to living on her own. Now, Nana has been saying that she's in rehab, which is the proper terminology for it, it just makes me crack up every single time she says it.

Mainly because the first thing that comes into my head is this image of her in her huge chair in the living room of her apartment, griding up Tylenol Arthritis tablets and cutting lines on the black seat of her walker. And then she'll curse using words I've never heard her use before all because she just lost half of her nose candy to the cracks between the raised circles of the seat of her walker. Not wanting to lose any, she then proceeds to lick it all up.

I think I need a really short leash for my imagination.