God bless them all
The parade was cut short; I must have jinxed myself by becoming too comfortable with the idea of help. Raquel never showed. I called Brad after an hour of waiting and left a message wondering if I had the details right. She called me ½ hour later and left a message for me (it’s hard to get to a telephone during certain care giving moments). Apparently her absence was unavoidable due to a problem with her patient and she didn’t have my number on her. It’s not an ironclad system, but I still believe she’s worth the trouble. I pray for no further mishaps. I’m working from home these days, so no harm done. Daniel was there to bathe Gilly and Josee-Marie showed up as well.
My nights should be more relaxing now that matters are organized with gizmos and gadgets at my disposal. Still, I lie awake thinking, which prevents me from sleeping. I worry about what is coming next; I mull over the little things that concern me and unsuccessfully try to avoid thinking of the more dramatic ones that lie ahead. I will have to practice relaxation techniques tonight to catch some serious shut-eye. I’d hate for my new found wakefulness to become a habit.
Gilly continues to sleep and sleep and then sleep some more. I have to rouse him in the middle of his meals. Today he ate independently. I suppose he was worn out last night from a weekend of partying, and so needed my assistance. That’s what I’m there for.
How does he look? Peaceful and cozy in his cushiony chair. He is napping as I type away, to make room in my schedule for the next group of guests.
Anita, Lenny and Nomie are here from Hamilton to spend some time with us. We haven’t seen them in many moons, so it will be a bit of a reunion. Max’s dad is coming over with a friend who specializes in communication devices to see if perhaps Gilly could benefit from yet another sort of gizmo. It doesn’t hurt to try.
I just received a call from Tamara; Yaron just picked her and Max up; our home is about to be filled with voices once again. God bless them all! (That’s my new almost 50 year old saying).
My nights should be more relaxing now that matters are organized with gizmos and gadgets at my disposal. Still, I lie awake thinking, which prevents me from sleeping. I worry about what is coming next; I mull over the little things that concern me and unsuccessfully try to avoid thinking of the more dramatic ones that lie ahead. I will have to practice relaxation techniques tonight to catch some serious shut-eye. I’d hate for my new found wakefulness to become a habit.
Gilly continues to sleep and sleep and then sleep some more. I have to rouse him in the middle of his meals. Today he ate independently. I suppose he was worn out last night from a weekend of partying, and so needed my assistance. That’s what I’m there for.
How does he look? Peaceful and cozy in his cushiony chair. He is napping as I type away, to make room in my schedule for the next group of guests.
Anita, Lenny and Nomie are here from Hamilton to spend some time with us. We haven’t seen them in many moons, so it will be a bit of a reunion. Max’s dad is coming over with a friend who specializes in communication devices to see if perhaps Gilly could benefit from yet another sort of gizmo. It doesn’t hurt to try.
I just received a call from Tamara; Yaron just picked her and Max up; our home is about to be filled with voices once again. God bless them all! (That’s my new almost 50 year old saying).
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