My bowels

How precious that Moma wanted to discuss her bowel movements at supper tonight. She wanted to go into great details. I quickly stopped that. Then, after supper, I proceeded to give her the medicine that my sister brought for her "situation". She tried to die, and didn't want to drink it but she did. Then she got crazy and wanted to call my sister to discuss it. She said, "I need to call her and ask her what it was she told me to do!" What am I? an idiot?? I turned her around and marched her right back to her room. Mothering a 95 year old is serious work.