Pure Softness!

The logic of elders confuses me. I know that every seeming oddity has some connection to a past reality but I often just don't get it. TP use is just the tip of the iceberg. Ma refuses to use the adult undergarment protectors I purchased, but has no problem using Top's "Pure Softness" fabric softener sheets to blow her nose or take care of some other hygienic necessity. Well it is my own fault as I only brought home 6 rolls of TP and they have a very diminished appearance in a closet usually filled with 30 rolls.

There is so much I don't understand. Why would you cover a dish of uneaten food with a paper towel when plastic wrap is within reach? Why would you save the milk from your morning cereal when there is a gallon of milk on the shelf above it? Why would you hide empty boxes in the coat closet instead of putting them out for me to get rid of? Why do you save cellophane bags in the deepest reaches of the cupboards instead of in the garbage? Why would you wipe your a** with fabric softener sheets when there are 6 rolls of TP in their usual spot?

I fear that Ma is quickly approaching the promised land or the laughing academy. It is a question of if her life force is diminishing faster than my patience. At this point it is a toss up. I wonder what kind of decisions she is making when I am not here to ameliorate the outcomes. I become more concerned with each passing day. She has COPD and it is really getting bad. She won't use the inhalers and insists that she has a cold. She has been telling me for the last month that the first two days of a cold are the toughest and she will be alright tomorrow. I don't believe her. If I can't get her to use the inhalers I believe she will end up in the hospital. It is difficult to get an elder to do what they don't understand or want to do. There is a time when you must be more concerned about their well being than whether they like you or not. I am quickly approaching that decision.