First Shift

So, G is like an aids patient and has no capability of healing from her wounds because all she eats is sugar and she's ancient.  Tonight, again, she wouldn't eat her dinner, but ate the ice cream i brought home to her, not knowing she didn't eat any dinner.

A few years ago she got this gigantic bed sore on her ass and it was a whole ordeal.  Medicated gauze had to be stuffed in it twice a day and pulled out and cleaned and redressed.  I only did it a few times because I wasn't good enough for her.  She liked Anna better, which is one time that bias has paid off.

We came home today and she developed a level one ulcer on her ass.  We aren't even done getting her feet healed and she's already starting her next year long medical plan of action.  We think she got the sore from sleeping on her back for too long last night, so we are taking two hour shifts to wake her up and make sure she turns over.  It's my shift first.  So, I'm up until midnight.  Yay.