PP has appointed herself as my night nurse. She’s concerned that if she doesn’t help me with my night meds, I’ll forget to take them. (However did I survive the 52 years before she arrived??)
When she was 3, I opened the bottles, and put the pills in her hands.
Then she dispensed them into my mouth, 1 by 1. Now that she’s 4, and has her advanced nursing degree, she opens the bottles, and dispenses them into my hand!
I even get a kiss, and a hug, and a “Good job, Omie!” after I swallow them all.
PP is the bestest night nurse ever!!
Thank God! Now I know I’ll have someone compassionate to take care of me in my old age. Ya know, when I turn 60, in 3 1/2 years! 😉 DDs had assured me many years ago, that they would have no problem
dumping placing me in the proper home!