Back to purpose in life. Yesterday Sara and I planned a few day trips. NYC museums or a quilt show. It takes a lot of planning to spend the day out. Who will be home for Dave? Yesterday, Dave decided to get out of bed without help, then the next thing he is falling on the floor. I was lucky to catch a male friend who helped him get up. I can't do it by myself. Then this morning, Dave's sugars were low and he was weak. I managed to get the wheelchair and transported him to breakfast. Breakfast helped. Sugars are back to normal.
Then there is my aching knee. Is this nature's way of telling the caretaker to take care of herself? I am going to therapy but it hurts. I guess it will help. A cane would help too. Hah.
Okay, enough of this pity party. Time for the music therapy and making that list. Hey, maybe a manicure too!
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