What human condition warrants thirteen different kinds of medicine? That s what there were in the tin holder I dropped. Thirteen bottles of prescription meds. All over the floor. In the tin holder they were in order...numbered according to when I was to take each. Now they lay like pied type, in disarray.
I left them for at least an hour while I considered the matter. I cannot pick up all thirteen from my wheelchair. I pulled the cord for the caregiver. And nobody came.
So I got my "grabber", that reaching tool for handicapped folks and began to lift each one onto the bed where could resort them. They were round and escaped the grabber easily. Neretheless, I had them all but two by the time the caregiver arrived. She bent over, picking them up easly, and puting them on the bed.
Then she asked, "Is that all you wanted?" The "You lazy lout" was in my imagination. No it wasn't all, it is just that your timing was perfect