Good Morning Nee Nee! It’s so good to see you. 
     Is there coffee if I wake up?
There can be! For you.
     Well alright then, coffee it is.

Together, then under the Java banner you see,
To start Nee Nee’s day, with her “Coff of Cupee”.

But quickly, like moments that fly away fast. The realization of effort comes on like a blast. So much to do. So many steps to be done. Between us and coffee, might require a nap, or at least lunch!

Even though our “to do list” grows steeper and high we agree that “one step at a time” is at least worth a try. First things first! Like it could be avoided. Mom takes off the “nose hose”, and I get it recoiled. Turn the oxygen off to give the machine a break. And now we are ready for step 2, still awake?

Throw off your covers! I say like it’s Christmas. Mom, doesn’t budge….No. It’s just too frigid. It’s crisp and fresh and will brighten your mind.
  It’s cold, I’m tired. Maybe I’ve changed my mind.

Coffee is hot, it will warm you right down to your toes.
     Well shit, okay, how do these go?

Poor little Nee nee flailing her arms. 
Beneath blankets and sheets that are keeping her warm.
If I didn’t know better, this silly attempt: 
I’d accuse her that it was just to let her stay in the bed.

We all know better: And so I better jump in.
And help throw off those covers that can evidently restrain.
With our oxygen and hoses and covers resolved.
The third step to coffee becomes obvious, now.

With a groan akin to a dying old beast,
Or someone struggling for a quality release,
Nee Nee engages her core expressing her grief.
Clearly with me, she’s developed a beef.

A helping hand to sit up. And another to swivel, 
“Feet On The Floor” I sing it a little.

Accomplished! Hooray! Sitting Up in the bed!
     Now if only the spinning would stop in my head!

Take a breather, you’ve earned it! I’ll rub love circles all into your back. Because the next step to coffee is to stand fully erect. But walking 6 feet is a risk not worth taking. Boarding the Transport Lift is the only way to do standing. She hoists and she pulls like she’s never done it in years. 
“Stand Up Straight And Tall, Closing the Cargo Bay Doors!” Is the fun saying that gets through to her ears.

So upright from hunching, and now just relax.
See how your Chariot carries you?
     Yeah, I can do that.

So mobile we are, nothing can stop us now! To coffee we go! Hot, fresh and NOW! But like tires squealing before the metallic KA-runch… Our progress is halted by reality’s punch! Does her need some “Toofies” to put in her face?
     Oh that’s right…I might just need teeth today.

And how about taking a quick potty stop?
Make Wee Wee?
     I could do that. Shoot, that’s a lot