Gertie - augh...

Haven't written in quite a while - getting Mom settled back into the house where she's doing quite well. In fact, she's doing so well I'm going to have her bed moved back to her bedroom upstairs this week.

Anyway, just wanted to hop on and recreate a "conversation" we just had. Mom is in her chair, legs up, oxygen on. She starts to fiddle with the oxygen tube, as is  her wont. I yell over (she can't hear unless I'm at 100 decibels...) and tell her to "LEAVE YOUR OXYGEN ALONE." She looks at me, scowls and says "You don't need to yell at me"....

About 3 seconds later, literally, she looks at me and says "Can I take this off now?" "Ok" I say, a decible 75.

"Huh?" is her response. "OK!!!!! TAKE IT OFF" -

"I said you don't have to yell at me". Someone, please, help me.

So, she takes off her oxygen and, honest Injun, she looks at me 30 seconds later and says "Can you put this back on me?"

The little hair I have left is about to fall out on its own. "NO! YOU JUST TOOK IT OFF."

She contemplates this for about 10 seconds and, in the sweetest little voice, she says "You would if you loved me."

She won.