Oh Carole

Mother is on some medication to calm her down and lessen her crazies but it doesn't always work and makes Carole very thirsty. She acts like she's in the Sahara and with a sorrow dry voice she says, "Water!". Too bad she doesn't like water and by water she means Pepsi. The look of disgust she gives when she had water is priceless. The idea of us giving her water instead of Pepsi is absurd in dementia-land. We prefer to use plastic cups with lids and a straw to aid Carole and prevent spills. While watching tv with my sweet lady I hear strange whispers coming from her, she's trying to tell me something, and I see she's wants her water. I filled her cup for her and left the room to start making lunch. I return to find drinking from the bottle while her cup sat on the table next to her