My grandmother had another “episode” and is back in the hospital until she is eating again. As always, her confusion comes and goes but when she is less lucid she picks at things. She picks at her IV, she picks at her oxygen and she picks at her gown. My father went to visit her this morning and she was trying to pick off her hospital bracelet. He explained to her what it was (in child-like terms I’m sure). Her deadpan response was “Well I’d better keep it on for when I forget who I am.” My father had to leave the room to laugh.