Irene's Cups Runneth Over

In case you are a first time visitor or perhaps have forgotten, Irene, my 87 year old mother, resides in a nursing home. And she is not very happy.

On one of my recent visits the issue of the day was her bra. It was the kind with the underwire, something I myself find only slightly more comfortable than having a root canal. Apparently, even though Irene says she hates the food at the nursing home, she has somehow manage to gain about 30 pounds since living there, making said bra a little bit snug.

I helped her remove the offending undergarment to offer some relief. This of course led to issue #2.

"What will I wear when I go out to the TV room tomorrow? I can't wear that bra. It is too uncomfortable."

I changed the conversation -  which somehow quickly switched back to "What will I wear when I go out to the TV room tomorrow? I can't wear that bra. It is too uncomfortable."

So like any good daughter, I took off my bra, right then and there. I removed the bra extender from the her wired under garment, attached it to the one I had just taken off, and placed it on top of her dresser. I then wrote a note to indicate that Irene was to wear this less torturous bra for the next day or two.

I am concerned that on my next visit I'll hear about how tight her underpants are. I'm not a big fan of going commando during the winter months.