Started my morning at 6. Needed to be at work by 7. My husband is having major health issues, can't walk for much time at all, cannot think clearly most of the time, symptoms are increasingly intense so I help him walk, get his food, etc. Normally he is still in bed when I leave early in the a.m. but today he was awake and trying to do for himself and nearly falling. It is sad. It is frustrating. It is challenging. It is scary. So I got him to the sofa, gave him his medications, fixed him coffee and made his breakfast, fed the inside cats, fed the outside cat, cleaned the litter box, grabbed some clothes to put on later at mom's while I was working, grabbed the box with my meds and stuff and headed out the door sliding into my chair at the computer just in time to start work at 7. God was with me. Everything went in order. The neighbors are, by now, use to seeing me scuttle through the park in my pajamas clutching a box, pants, shirt and pocketbook. Today I never got out of the clothes I wore to mom's. So I have a clean outfit for tomorrow. I start work at 3:30 a.m. Had to change my hours around because I am taking Robert to the doctor's and begin the process of getting something done to help this man. I could use your prayers, please.
So...I have never been this way before. It is a path unknown to me. I am learning by doing which means Robert gets handled in some interesting ways. He is losing the ability to help himself help me. Today he fell in the kitchen and was on the floor when I got home. I had to wait until my son was at his house to have someone to help lift Robert so I got him a pillow and a blanket for comfort. When Jonathan got here we started to help Robert get up and I, not thinking, pulled the pillow out from under Robert's head and it fell back and hit the fridge. I forgot he could not manage to hold his head up. Ouch!
The job is quickly becoming above and beyond my ability to handle it. Believe it or not this started about three years ago when Robert began to complain that his legs felt weak while he was fishing on the pier. It has been a slow degenration from that point to this point. Robert being Robert he did not seek medical care until it became obvious that there was no other choice to make. At this point I am not sure how I am going to get him in the car and to the doctor's office tomorrow. Thank goodness for the many prayers being said on our behalf.
On another topic entirely...have not seen Mr. Owl in a long time now. They are industrializing the area behind our park more and more. He may have left in a huff looking, literally, for greener pastures.
The cats are prowling back and forth. How do they know I have tuna in a can? They cannot possibly smell it. There are times when I think cats are mind-readers or they are arrogant enough to believe that it is perfectly natural for me to buy tuna in a can for their treat meat. Probably sent me subliminal thoughts before I left for the store. Harumph! I am so busted with these animals.
Robert is in bed comfortably now, the cats are catting around and I am getting my stuff and heading to my mom's to catch a few z's before 3:30 a.m.
Has anyone noticed that time seems to be flying; the days speeding in a blur of events? Moments filled to the brim with life happening as I head rapidly for my 30th year of sobriety and my millionth year of life on this earth. Really? Has it only been a million years? O.K. my "the earth is not a million years old "friends. Figuratively speaking, o.k.?
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