I am my sister's carer, despite that she has been declared fit for work(:
I went to her flat this weekend gone to clean her flat for her. This is necessary because she insists on cooking. My sister can not cook to save her life, or mine(: It runs in the family at least, it seems, with the women in my family. My sister's lack of skill in the kitchen includes burning herself while cooking last week. Instead of calling me she decided to do the cleaning herself and the burn has turned septic. This has happened in spite of the doctor telling her not to get the burn wet. So I am now cleaning her flat regularly until her burn heals.
After finishing cleaning her flat last night I accepted my sister's offer of a vegetarian meal in a moment of weakness. I sat down at the table and was presented with a fish supper. Not knowing how to refuse it I ate with some dread.
This morning I was woken by a rumbling tummy. My sister set out on her appointments and I house-sat her flat to wait for the maintenance man to fix a window. As feared, I spent most of the morning and afternoon sitting in the toilet.
How do you tell a woman with the delusion that she is a cordon bleu cook she is killing you with her cooking and still get past her front door so you can look after her?