"That hurts." "Yeah. It's like a paper cut, Dora." "No it's NOT. It hurts!" I say, "Maybe, if you just dab the wound instead of wiping it, there won't be such pain." "Well, I HAVE to clean the wound."

Now, if the previous three nurses could do it right, do I have the right to smack this no-mind callous bitch up-side the head? She's part of the reason Mum's 'wounds' deteriorated to the point that, three nurses ago, the doc had to be consulted with pics and measurements. I seriously wanna smack this incompetent twit.

Anyway, Mum is full of roast beef dinner and cheesecake and I hope she gets some sleep tonight. Nurse ****wit is (maybe... ya never know who will arrive - 13 different nurses since August) supposed to be here tomorrow. Dog give me the strength to refrain.