Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Repetition is the Mother of Insanity

Sometimes I think I'm just going to lose it from having to repeat myself so much.

  • Take your brakes off.
  • Put your brakes on.
  • Put your arms out straight. (for pulling off tops so I don't pull her head off)
  • This is a big pill so throw your head back to swallow.
  • Breathe.
  • I know you can stand up a little straighter.
  • His name is Rudi.
  • Let go. (of the railing, so I can straighten her out in bed)
  • Bend one leg and push. (so I can pull her up to the head of the bed more)
  • You swish and I'll hold this [her spit bowl].
  • That's too hot [coffee], so you'll have to wait a bit.
  • Are you warm enough?
  • Is that loud enough?
  • Drink your juice--it has medicine in it.
  • You can have your coffee after you drink that water.
  • I've got to give you some pills...[They're for] your heart/your heart and your stomach/your mind, your circulation and your digestion/this, that and the other thing.
  • Yes, I already fed them.
  • This is your house. You bought it 11 years ago.
  • No, I don't see anything.
  • It's from Gina. Yes, she died in February. Cancer.
  • Do you want me to heat that [coffee or bean bag] up for you?
  • It's arthritis.
  • Do you want to listen to some music?
  • Today's shower day. Leave the walker over there. That's for your face, neck and ears/arms...
  • Are you alright?
  • Cut it out, Mary./That's enough of the moaning./Mary, please stop it.
  • Is it your chest? Take a swig [of Mylanta]. Under your tongue [nitroglycerin].
  • I made it. Thank you.
  • You're welcome.
  • We've got two dogs and a cat.
  • She's at work. She's my sister-in-law. She sleeps in the basement.
It's no wonder I'm glad Jo is here. Otherwise, I'd rarely have anything other than the above phrases to say.

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