I was surprised at how long it took her to get me a change of clothes. It was almost three hours before she returned. She came in with her arms full of large plastic bags and disappeared into the guest bedroom, then went back out and repeated the procedure. The third time she came in, she took a group of smaller plastic bags into the kitchen instead of the bedroom and then went out to the truck for more. Then she started coming into the house with huge cardboard boxes, bringing them into the house and distributing them into various rooms. I was appalled by the number of purchases she had made. She must have filled the entire bed of the pickup with boxes and bags! After a while she stopped and told me that she’d be with me as soon as she was finished getting things put away. I went back to watching old movies until she had time to help me change into my underwear. It was annoying, but I knew if I interrupted her from getting her purchases sorted and stored, it would only serve to confuse her and slow her down. From time to time I would see her dragging furniture such as a twin sized mattress (???) through the hall into the door to the garage. When she was done, she came and asked me how I was doing and I told her I’d like to change into my underwear as soon as possible. She took me by the hand and led me back to her guest bedroom. I was shocked by the changes in the room. She had redecorated it as a nursery!
I looked up at her and said tiredly, “Sis, why did you do this? I have no intention of living in a nursery. What could have possibly compelled you to do this?”
She looked down at me with a worried expression and said defensively, “But the instructions from the doctor told me to do this! I was only following doctor’s orders!”
“You must have misunderstood. I’ll take a look at them later and explain them to you. Right now, let’s get me into something decent. I’m tired of wearing diapers,” I said as patiently as I could manage.