In the meantime, after I closed the curtain, Chatty was droning on to the aide and in a 15-minute period, she did a one-woman monologue (ok, that's redundant) and covered:
- A play by play of her mother's death ("and then we locked eyes...")
- How she would wash her mother
- How much Ben Gay her mother would use
- How you can get toxic shock from Pampers
I believe she is a hoarder as well. She has a bunch of shopping bags crammed with stuff in front of the nightstand/bedside table. She also has a collection of juices she's saved -- at every meal, you get this plastic cup of juice with the foil top that you peel back and she has about six of them on her rolling table. I don't know why that shit annoys me, but it does.
to be contined...