Well this last weekend wore me out. They say that Tom can come home soon.
So I automatically try to figure stuff out. How will he get onto the commode, or the shower chair. Will he even be able to be left alone. And the house is not wheelchair accessable. And I stress myself until I am sick. My stomach has been so upset. And of course I still am not sleeping at night. I tried to contact my Dr. for something else to help me sleep.
And I am still waiting to hear from him.
I am just so mad, and so exhausted. I have no control over any of this, and that frustrates me to no end. My husband just tells me not to worry and that everything will be okay. NOT QUITE THAT SIMPLE I'm afraid.
They are trying to get him a power chair, so that he can be independent some. But we will just have to wait and see. Something I do not do well with.
I have always been very organized, and everything was on a routine, until we got our Granddaughter. ANd then came Tom's illness, and I am literally lost in each day. Never knowing what tomorrow will bring.
I try to keep up my routine of going to the YMCA each day at the same time. Some days that is a struggle too!
I am very tired, and My Physcologist thinks I need a vacation. YA THINK!!
Tell me how I could even concieve the thought of actually leaving for a week. That would be 7 days. HAHA
If it were just that simple. I am going to try and catch a little nap, if my granddaughter will cooperate.
My thoughts are with you all on your journeys.