"It is the pushy one"

Back to the ornery gents house again.
Twice even.
Morning care and noontime catheter care.

He is failing but true to form, on his own terms.
He told me:
'I'll be damned if I die while they are here, the vultures. They can't wait.'

His theory is that their special leave will run out before his willpower.

I came in the morning and the collection of clock-watchers were at the Kitchen table drinking coffee.

The daughter stood up, looked down at me and said: 'And you are...?'

'I was here yesterday. You met me then. I am your father's regular person 5 days a week.'

I kept going down the hall to where he was.

I heard her say: 'Oh God, it's the pushy one. Who does she think she is?'

I just couldnt resist. I turned around and went back in the kitchen.
I looked at her and she said 'Yes?'

'I thought I spoke clearly. I am your father's regular person 5 days a week.'

'What? What the hell? What do you want?'

'You wanted to know who I think I am? Your Father's regular 5 day a week person. '

And I went down to her dad.

I could hear her muttering.

He was smiling. He grabbed my arm.
'Ya done good Kid. Giver hell.'

When I came back at lunch time she was nowhere to be seen.
The rest of them scattered.

I am not sure he can outlast these people.
But I am sure he will give it a good shot.
I think we will put overnight respite care in there.
Maybe that will hurry them home.

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Lest you think me heartless, I am there for my client.
It is my client's home. I respect my client's wishes.
Everything else is none of my concern.
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