This morning - Anne, Hakan, and Yesim watched while we ate. Baba was with us - Anne forgot to check his blood sugar - yesterday he ate pasta, drank beer, and had a peach dessert. Anne didn't check his sugar at night or in the morning. She said she forgot.
Anne complains that Baba is her kid - but she only takes care of him some of the time, and I’m not sure what the formula is. Sometimes she says, “I can’t go to the beach, I can’t leave Baba.”
But then she goes to the beach, or the bazaar, or the market. Other days she goes into the detail of the trauma the sun and heat causes.
“I can’t go, because it’s too hot.” She places a hand over her heart. “I can’t sit under the sun, it’s hard for me to breathe. Then, at night, my heart beats so fast.”
She forgot to feed him before she left to the hospital with Tolga the other day. She did however, feed my children. She sat down next to them and waited on them hand and foot. Anne does everything for Baba. She dresses him, shaves him, helps him in the shower, puts on his socks, makes food, brings him food, brings him his medicines, brings him a change of clothes, counts out his medicine, puts it in his mouth, checks his blood sugar (when she remembers).
When she brought the shoe box of medicine to him this morning - she said,
“Rhami! What is this?” sweeping her hand over the 12 or 15 pills on the table.
Um...You don’t know what he’s taking?
I have to admit - when we leave Kusadasi - I have this great mixture of apprehension and relief - I'm just not sure what to do with them.
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