My fiances grandmother is in a nursing home in palliative care. Her heart is not good, her kidneys are starting to fail and she is in and out of coherency. We don't know how long she has to live.
My fiance rang me this morning after going to visit her. He told me that she had asked him for a glass of water but the jug next to the bed had alfoil over it and the glass that was there, had a viscous solution in it. It did not have the consistancy of water, so he thought it was more likely to be sputum. He went to the tap and got her some water and in my terribly literal way, I explained that she should not have had water, because her kidneys are failing and cannot excrete fluid and cellular waste, ergo the viscous solution was more likely to be a nutrient based, less water based supplement, but fluid enough for cellular respiration. I wasn't sure if I was right, but it sounded probable.
Then I realiesd how much of a turd I sounded. My poor mans grandmother is dying, and I had to point out his mistake in supplying water. I apologised my arse off
and he understood. He is used to me by now. He knew I did not mean to be cruel.
Yep, did it again.
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