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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