Class nights are a bit rushed as I have to rush home, cook dinner for G, move her to where she wants to be before dinner and set up my laptop for class. Thursdays are particularly tenuous as Thursday is artichoke day, which take an hour to cook--it's just about the only green vegetable I can get G to eat without fighting (but I don't know if it still counts as a vegetable when she dips it in mayo).
Last night I was trying to get her wheeled to the living room for dinner before class and she wouldn't sit down in her wheelchair. She kept fiddling with her mail and asking me questions about appointments, her memory, her body parts and life in general. I was trying so hard to be patient. She would not sit down. I was her captive audience and she was not going to let me go.
Long story short, I was fifteen minutes late to class.
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