"What are you doing, Ma?"
"I'm going to get you something to eat."
"What ?...." Ma hasn't gotten me anything to eat in like decades.
"I was going to get you something to eat because I know you are not feeling well."
????????
Ma never gets me anything anytime especially if I feel unwell. She is usually the most oblivious when I am really feeling bad.
Me..... "No you're not." No way is she going in that kitchen! Disaster would ensue. Besides....
"Ma when do you ever get me anything to eat?"
"When you were a little girl." She is smiling and thinks this is clever.
"Ma, you are not getting me anything to eat. Besides we just had dinner awhile ago."
"So?"
"You don't have to get me anything. You should go into bed."
She gives me that sort of 'you are being so silly look'.
" I should ?"
"Yes."
So she gets out of the lift chair that she can't get out of and into her wheelchair and heads not to her room but toward the hallway toward the trash bins, she really can't get to them because she can't get the wheelchair through there.
" Ma, what are you doing?"
"I need to throw out this tissue."
"Why didn't you throw it out in the little trash can by your chair."
"I'm going to empty that."
She never empties that.
I take her tissue and throw it out and get her to head to her bedroom and into bed.
I know this isn't over yet.
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