Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Wake up Call
I had a wake up call. As Dave's caretaker, I thought I had life under control. Then I got sick and had to be hospitalized. If I wasn't shaking so much with a 103 fever I probably would have ignored my symptoms but I needed antibiotics. Not a big deal but Dave would be left alone. My sons continue to amaze me when they take over care of their parents. With seemingly little effort, everything was handled. Maybe I worried for nothing but I will be better prepared next time with a care plan.
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