My mother loves, loves, loves. to talk about her poop. We used to say phone calls from her were the "poop report". The sad part is she was a healthy, uninfected woman with a BM fetish.
Now that she has dementia and is not going as well, I get detailed (and I mean detailed!) reports of her poop and how she took it out of the toilet to make sure it was ok. And with the dementia I get to hear it several times. Bleh.
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My mother loves, loves, loves. to talk about her poop. We used to say phone calls from her were the "poop report". The sad part is she was a healthy, uninfected woman with a BM fetish.
Now that she has dementia and is not going as well, I get detailed (and I mean detailed!) reports of her poop and how she took it out of the toilet to make sure it was ok. And with the dementia I get to hear it several times. Bleh.