Ready for the home

Go ahead and move me to the assisted living wing. I can't find Harold and the Purple Crayon at the condo or at work. I can't find the nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best, and paranoia is setting in. I'm turning into the little old lady at the nursing home who thinks the "help" is stealing her dentures and porcelain chicken figurines. Just put the blue rinse on my hair and turn up the Lawrence Welk Show real loud.

A dearly demented friend knows she is overstressed when she starts thinking everyone in her family needs a brain scan. One of them, she's sure, has a tumor. Send me, send me! Scan my brain and find what I did with Harold!