#Week6- 76 Shades of Grey: “A Side Woman Was the Best Love Making.”


Before everyone gets their panties in a bunch (like my girlfriend), let me just say that it’s not what you think and this story isn’t for everyone. Lol. To that regard, I’m really just sharing a funny/sad story of my patients. Please be advised that this post is intended for mature audiences.I was going to touch base on another topic this week, but I just couldn’t resist sharing. Today, I worked on the Geri Psych/long term unit, for 12 hours. And in some ways, it sure was nice to take a break from the acute-admitting side.

This morning on the milieu, during community meeting, my patients had a chance to express their thoughts and concerns. An older lady from the activities department, navigated the group meeting. With that said, my main purpose there was to really just re-direct a patient, if needed; in order to stay on topic. This goes without saying, sitting in a community meeting is a real good way to assess a group and see how their vibes are.

Across the circle, there he stood. Some Filipino veteran. Seventy-six year old grey looking, walker-assist, balls sagging Geri patient, with a diagnosis of Dementia; looking all unkept and what not.

He stated that he wanted everyone’s attention. So, there I was thinking in my head…”This Filipino ass grandpa. What the hell does he have on his mind. This dude about to send Filipinos back 200 years.”

As my man stood there, he started talking about missing his wife. At first, I was in awe. But then, he blasted and said “I miss making sweet love and my side woman was the best sex I ever had.” You can be damn sure that caught all of our attention. Lol. Old people say the darndest things. The look on that older lady’s face #priceless.

He went on expressing his love for love making, and an inability to get “it up” at his age. “I love making love. I miss it so much. I know we are all here for a reason, but I’m sure we can all agree that we miss having sex. God gave us this beautiful gift, to make love, and we can no longer participate in it.” Then, he began elaborating on how he chose his women (back in the day) by asking the ladies if they had “muscle control,” in order to make it “tight.” My damn jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Mind you, I let his venting and inappropriate sexual stories ride. I didn’t have a care in the world to re-direct. 

All the other Geri-psych patients chanted , agreed and cheered him on.

Seriously? What was I supposed to do? Lol. Revoke his right to free speech? Not let the old man express his feelings.

It was a funny #wisegrumpyoldmen #hotmess.

Moral of the Story:

As he put it, fornicate as much as you can while you still can. Oh and that old people still think about and need love too.

(I don’t endorse excessive fornication. Lol. Just story telling. But, do what you want. You’re grown. #BeResponsible #BeSafe)



Author: nursesarereal

My nursing professor once said that keeping a journal, over time, will allow me to see growth. In myself? I’m not sure yet. I’m hoping. I like to believe that nursing school saved my life. Maybe I’ll have some fun doing this. Cheers.

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