The next few days were filled with family, friends and needles. Mom has had a hospital cheeseburger for almost every meal. They want her to eat, but nothing sounds good. And nothing tastes good. When she packed her bag, she must have thought she was checking in to the Hilton. She didn't pack shampoo, soap or toothpaste (but she did have about 25 pairs of underwear... who has 25 pairs of underwear?). We made a Target run to get some of the bare essentials. She specifically described the toothpaste I was to get. "Get the kind in the squeeze bottle that stands upside down so it's always ready to come out."
The next day she said "Wendy, about that toothpaste..." Uh oh. I didn't get the right kind. She explained how she put some on her toothbrush and shoved it in her mouth. Quickly, she jerked it out and about gaged on the taste. That was the nastiest tasting toothpaste she had ever tasted. She grabbed the bottle to see what kind it was and was ready to give me a "talkin' to" for buying such a nasty toothpaste... but when she looked at it, she saw it was the same kind as she used at home.
Poor taste buds!
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