Essay Why Can't Things Go Back to the Way They Were?

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Jim stood in the kitchen, carefully organizing the assorted sizes of pills he was forced to crush and put into his son’s feeding tube every day (wordy). He arranged the pills smallest to biggest (largest), which was unnecessary since they would go into what the nurse called the “weekly planner.” Jim hated the words weekly planner; he felt they suggested that one of these weeks, something might change. He opened each day’s “special little box” and put one of each pill into them for each day of the week. He hated that the nurse felt she needed to emphasize certain things as if he was incompetent. The squeaky voices of Bugs Bunny and Donald Duck blended in the background as Jim finished sorting the pills. “Alright, buddy, you ready to eat?” …show more content…
Jim stood in the kitchen, carefully organizing the assorted sizes of pills he was forced to crush and put into his son’s feeding tube every day (wordy). He arranged the pills smallest to biggest (largest), which was unnecessary since they would go into what the nurse called the “weekly planner.” Jim hated the words weekly planner; he felt they suggested that one of these weeks, something might change. He opened each day’s “special little box” and put one of each pill into them for each day of the week. He hated that the nurse felt she needed to emphasize certain things as if he was incompetent. The squeaky voices of Bugs Bunny and Donald Duck blended in the background as Jim finished sorting the pills. “Alright, buddy, you ready to eat?” Jim asked, as if Julian could answer. He remembered the nurse advising him to talk to Julian. “I know you’re tired of this stuff; one day it’ll be different. One day,” he said, entering the liquid into the tube slowly, “I’ll take you to get a hamburger and fries, just like the rest of us.” After Julian’s feeding was finished, he unstrapped his arms from the chair, following with his legs and carried him to his changing bed. His body was heavy, like dead weight, his limbs hanging over Jim’s arms like a blanket. Jim laid Julian down, supporting his head. He changed Julian’s diaper. He could remember how it had been changing his diaper years ago, when he was an infant, but there was something different about it now. Caring for him as an
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