Coverage

Grandma has been throwing away some of her pills every day for the last several months and it's driving Anna nuts because she's in charge of making sure G takes them at the right time and under the right conditions (she has a ton).  One of the pills, if taken incorrectly, can cause disphasia (a condition which prevents her from finding the right words to say) and paranoia.

For over a month, G has been trying to tell Anna and I that she thinks she lost her coverage because she didn't pay.  We keep asking her, "Which coverage? Insurance, medical?"

"No.  I wish I could tell you  how real this is.  My coverage...."

She gets so frustrated and Anna and I started out really patient, waiting for up to half an hour at a time for her to try to spit it out.  But, now it's gotten to the point of being a running joke.  "Grandma, you aren't missing any coverage.  Everything is taken care of."

Today, she roped Mom into talking about her "coverage" and Mom sat very patiently and finally G said, "for the table."

We started laughing so hard because of how frustrating it is for her and for us to wait for her to say what she wants and because what she wants is obviously ridiculous.  There is no coverage for a table that we can think of.  I think she feels better though because she finally was able to put her thoughts together and spit it out.  Hopefully she'll realize that was just a kink stuck in her brain and hopefully this untangled some things for her.  Maybe I'll go pick up a table cloth for her as a joke.  She's great.