The title of this blog is what my mother used to tell us when were demanding too much attention from her. I find the phrase refreshingly honest and to the point. My mother, now 87, is living in a dementia unit and I care for her as best I can.
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Overheard on 2 Raines
"4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. I'm gonna shake your ass." Menacing words between two male residents.
"You stole my needle and thread."
"I spent eleven days in prison."
"Looks like you've got a real bargain there."
"You don't understand, I have to go to work. I need to get out of here so open the god damn door."
"Who is that boy and where is his mother?" referring to Henry.
"A Twix is a wonderful candy bar!"
"Help! Help!! Help!!" It was a real cry for help. One resident was scuffling with another.
"Is that really necessary?"
"Where do all the boxes go?"
"You're a whore."
"I've been gone so long my dog won't even recognize me."
Things found in my mom's walker basket
shredded birthday card
a man's belt
a tiny crust of bread tucked in an envelope from the Catholic Church
