She sat in a chair next to her mother's bed. Her mom was a long time smoker/ old alcoholic with a boat load of problems, the least of which was her Hepatitis which caused her skin to turn yellow.
The daughter said: "This is a breathing treatment, mom. It's going to help get some of the fluid out of your lungs so you can breath better."
"No it's not," I said bluntly.
"Oh, well, it's going to make your heart pump better so you can breath better."
"No it's not," I said, bluntly.
"Oh, that's what the doctor said?" She looked at me blankly.
"Well," I said, "I guess the doctor was wrong then. This medicine is a bronchodilator that dilates the bronchioles if your mom is having bronchospasm."
"Oh... Oh, okay..."
The funny thing is, I don't doubt the doctor did tell her that. The unfunny thing is I get tired of explaining this every day.