The Journey

I have definitely had better weeks. Yesterday and today, I discovered I can't take a shower in our enclosed shower stall, with my O2, because the tubing isn't long enough and I have to hold it with one hand to keep the danged thing from trying to strangle me and try and soap up a wash rag with one hand. I'm just not that dexterous. And this infection has really taken hold.

Talk about poop out in seconds. Boy! that's me. I sleep for almost an hour and a half this morning, after the struggle to take a shower. I've got to figure something out here. 'Cause this 'ain't' working.

DH is trying to help, but caregiver he is not. He doesn't understand and doesn't want to talk about it.
I think this is going to be a problem.

Oldest is coming on Monday. He and I talk plainly, and he does understand. So I'm going to turn his father over to him. Isn't that nice of me? No, you don't have to answer that.

 Now on to lunch. This we can handle.

Allison