Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Eating Supper

The aide who gave me supper last night talked on her cell right through it.  She was talking to her husband, boyfriend, or whatever, and they were having problems.  I had to prompt her to keep giving me bites.

It was annoying.  Not only was I trying to eat, but I wasn't interested in hearing her stuff.  She was fine otherwise, though.  She did everything I needed done or asked her to do through the evening.

I'm so ready to be dealing with only a few aides in my own home rather than the parade of new ones I have to deal with here.

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