Note: Of course I haven't yet decided if this means I'm getting better at this writing business, or B. I just wrapped up what amounts to a Very Short Piece of Crap.
Therefore: my
BTW, Grandma came home yesterday. You'll never guess what was wrong: salmonella!
Me: (on a regular basis as I stare dubiously at the milk on her bedside table) How old is this milk?
Grandma: Not old.
Me: How old?
Grandma: From lunch. Or maybe from breakast...
Yeah. Or maybe from YESTERDAY'S breakfast???
Me: Ma, you cannot leave milk sitting out all day long--
Grandma: There's nothing wrong with that milk!
Me: --so if you don't drink it when you get it, you have to throw it out.
Grandma: Why???
Me: (for the bazillionth time) Because. You. Will. Get. SICK!
Grandma: (swiping at me as I throw out the 3 cartons of warm milk) Hey, gimme those!
Now the doc has written a specific order: Please Remove All Milk From Resident's Room After Each Meal.
The kind of order that'd drive me nuts as a nurse--who am I, the effen Dairy Police?--but, in this case, probably A Very Good Idea.
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