The worry of being a caretaker or should I say the worry of doing the correct thing is always a challenge for me. Dave has vascular problems which makes me think, "Is he getting enough air?" Bedtime seems to be the worst. He is half asleep in his chair when I say ," Time for bed." As Dave struggles to stand, he barely makes it to the back room. I quickly say, "Sit down in the walker chair!" It is a miracle I get him into bed. My mind starts thinking, "Who can I call if he falls out of this walker?" Next time I will have the wheelchair handy. It is the zombie type of behavior that makes me distraught. I test his sugars and blood pressure. Numbers are good. Dave sleeps.
In the morning, I have a new person. Dave is bright eyed and bushy tailed, asking what is for breakfast. All he needed was sleep. So much sleep, that worries me too.
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