She hated going over to the old woman's house, but they told her she needed 'regular scheduling'. Check her blood sugar, make sure she's eating, and give her a bath. That was the hard part. She could never get the water temperature comfortable enough to suit the crazy bitch. Every minute or two she'd have to fiddle with the faucet adding hot and/ or cold water as she listened to her complain in silence. When it was over her uniform was soaked. She needed a another nurse to help her, but the case manager said Medicare wouldn't pay for it. 'They don't pay me enough to do this job' she thought right before the old woman let her in in through the front door, only to blasted back by the strong smell of urine and feces. The thermostat must have been set on 80 degrees even though it was already 85 outside which made it worse.
'How are you feeling today? ' she asked, trying to be polite.'Have you taken your medications? '
'Of course I‘ve taken them! ' the old woman snaps back adding 'Don't scold me! ' before she's even given the chance to check the pill planner to make sure. She knew she probably hadn't. The old woman couldn't even keep up with what day it was. Upon inspection, sure enough no pills had been taken since Sunday, and here it was Thursday. 'Can you tell me what day it is? ' she asks the old woman, muting the television. The number of decibels she always had it set on made her want to stick needles in her eyes. The old woman stubbornly ignores the question as usual, her powder blue eye shadow giving her a flashback of some 1970's B movie she might have seen. No matter…she'll give her a cup Jell-O and one of those Ensure thingy's that she keeps in the fridge so that she wont throw up her meds. She takes the pill crusher and begins to pulverize the blood pressure pill first, followed by the heart pill, and clozapine mixing it into the Jell-O and hoping it will disguise their taste. She sits down on the couch next to her to watch her eat trying to think of what to say when the old woman chimes up.
'What is this you are making me eat? It tastes awful! '
'Just a little cherry Jell-O that‘s all. I promise. Please try to finish it.'
'It's suppose to snow' the old woman says, 'you really should dress more warmly'.
'I will mom. I will.'
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