Anyway, my grandpa is such a ham. He will talk to anyone, and he always has a good attitude. Even though he's 79, he's always been very active and social, but the chemo has just exhausted him (as it does to most), and that's been hard on him.
Yesterday, while he was getting settled in his room and the nurse was asking about his medications and all that, they asked him if he had gotten a pneumonia shot before, because it wasn't on his chart anywhere. He said he did, but the nurse asked if he was sure, and of course, he goes "I know I've gotten a pneumonia shot, because I got it in my butt and I REMEMBER a shot I got in my butt!" He was laughing, not yelling, of course. My mother was mortified. I couldn't stop laughing. After that, every time the nurse walked back into the room, she'd start off with "don't worry, I'm not going to give you a shot in your butt!"
My family is far from perfect, but we can find laughter in preeeetttttttty much anything. And I love that about us.