So, I made it over there...she's not good. I mean she's bad. Nushka was trying to help her use the bathroom and clean her. I jumped in, she was glad to see me. Nushka, not Peggy. We tried everything. She hollered at us, smiled at us, lunged at us, swore at us and well when it comes down to it she plain refused us. What do you do? We can't make her take off her pants, and she won't let us help her. She will hit us, and has such a panic in her face and voice that force is not the answer. I called the Doctor. More Depacote faxed over immediately. I'm going to take her to see the doctor tomorrow.
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