Kristy: Good Morning, Don, how are we doing today?
Don: Good, I guess.
Kristy: You guess? I see you broke another Roku stick off your TV. That makes 2.
Don: The cats knocked over the whole TV.
Kristy: Who picked it back up?
Don: Who are you?
Kristy: I’m your caretaker.
Don: Oh! So YOU are the caretaker? Are you the one I tell what my plans are for today?
Kristy: That would, most definitely, be an excellent idea.
He pulls up a bar stool at the kitchen counter. I deliver a cup of coffee for him and I can see he is concentrating on what to say next.
Don: I just want to know what the plan is around here. There are so many people coming and going. I don’t know what’s going on. What do you do?
Kristy: There is a lot going on here. I not only care 100% for you and your 2 bratty kittens, I also run a year-round Airbnb rental business, I wrote a book and am currently writing a blog. In fact, I need to go clean and do the laundry right now. What plans did you want to tell me you had arranged for today?
Don: I need pen and paper to write a letter to the people in White City. Then I need to go tell those people downstairs to leave. I need money for gas and I need more coffee. Who pays for you to be my caretaker? Where do you live?
Kristy: Hunter went home yesterday and there are no other people in the house but us. You don’t have a driver’s license anymore, so no driving is allowed right now. Let me worry about gas and money. I don’t get paid for caretaking and I live here, same as you. I have no clue what’s happening in White City.
Don: I will contact my attorney and have him tell those who manage my money to pay you.
Kristy: Thank you. That would be most helpful.
Note to Self: Maybe the kitchen explosion delivered a concussion. Not sure how close he was when it blew our breakfast to kingdom come.
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4 responses to “What Do You Do?”
After a series of seizures Alan was recovering, speech takes a few hours to come back. While he’s trying to figure things out he’s post lictal, touching all his things. He was touching his coffee mug and when asked what he was doing he said he was taking care of some legal emails! Going from “is this it?” to trying not to laugh at his comments later.
Sounds like you have stories of your own. It has been very therapeutic for me to write them down and move on rather than dwell on his obvious error in thinking. How many years are you into the journey with Alan?
Can’t get it out of my head what he did to your kitchen….. wow!
It wasn’t the first time.