Drama queen

Only in my teen years did I realise I lived with an 'Oscar award winning actor' (not really obviously) but that's what my Mum and I thought of my dad and I still do. For example, the GP has given him ear drops. As if I need any more personal tasks to do with him. Anyway, these ear drops have to be administered three times per day. Joys!

I forgot all about starting them this evening but he had not. He waited for his moment of choice. I had helped him to bed, organised his catheter night bag, got his nightly medicines and strepsils for his nightly cough and made sure he was comfortable. Yay methinks, all sorted for the night, sleep time for moi. Five minutes later he calls me to remind me about said ear drops.

I found a towel, put it on his pillow and fully explained what was going to happen. That is, what I needed to do, what it may feel like, the strange noises that may occur, the dribbling down his neck that may happen, etc. I was sure I had covered all bases. I was wrong. You would have thought I had punched him in the ear, the acting that ensued.

I was surprised, heaven knows why, maybe it was because I am exhausted and was so looking forward to my bedtime. I should have known something like that would happen. I asked if he was alright. He said he was but I had touched his ear. Really?

A few minutes later, it was time for the other ear. Well, that reaction was even more dramatic than the first one. He said he was not expecting it so he got a fright. Oh please.

Six more days of this ear drop debacle to go.