“Mom, you gotta get a shower.” “Why?” “Because hygiene, and you smell like you’re Oscar the Grouch’s roommate in the same can.” *Mom giggles* “No.” “Mom, it’s been almost a week. You gotta get a shower. We have to take care of our bodies.” “No. I’m fine.” Meanwhile, she practically has a cloud of stinkContinue reading “The Dementia Gladiator in the Shower Arena”