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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