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"Okay."
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"I'm about done in the bathroom, be gathering the things you need."
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Silence.
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"You need to get moving."
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"I don't feel good."
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"Then go check your blood sugar. You need to get moving."
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Silence.
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I turned on her bedroom light, and headed towards her bed.
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"Okay, I'm moving!"
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She stayed in bed. I called her a few more times. She ignored me a few more times. I went in and pulled the covers off of her. Then I backed off and stood in her bedroom door.
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"Leave!"
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"I will leave as soon as you're in the shower."
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"Go away!"
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"Once you're in the shower, I'll leave you alone."
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"Stop staring at me!"
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"Get in the shower and I won't stare."
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"If you don't move, I'll be forced to physically hurt you."
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"I will move as soon as you're in the shower."
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"You don't respect me! I'm not going to respect you because you don't respect me."
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I think we both hit some buttons this morning. The respect comment was what did it for me. That's when I began to yell. But, she's showered and dressed. I now know that standing in her bedroom door gets her moving. It may not be pleasant, but it gets her moving.
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