I really don't like the caregiver.

I don't have time to talk to the patient.

The caregiver talks too much.

Even when family comes, they don't give up their seat.

You keep butting into our private conversations; it's driving me crazy.

Even if the oxygen supply hose comes off, they don't know

You don't know even if the power to the bedsore mattress is cut off.

They said they took an MRI when they didn't even.

The refrigerator is full of my own food.

He is someone who drinks cold water even in winter, but even when the patient asks for cold water, he substitutes it with water from the water dispenser placed outside.

I asked them to shave me, but they wouldn't.

I wonder if I have to keep enduring it.