Tomorrow Will Be Better
- After being up most of the night with ice pack on my boob (calling doctor on Monday)
- So many messes from cats gone wild
- Dad in pain from sleeping on broken power lift chair, new one is on the way..please no delays!
- Toilet clogged. Thank you Vanessa for taking care of it.
When ever he doesn't get his way he pouts, gets depressed. I know it's hard on him and he seems to rather have someone do everything for him, when he can do it himself. At times I feel like I'm being mean when I have him try before I help. Examples: open a very ripe banana, pack of cookies, his pills from his pill holder, pulling up his pants, taking his shirt off when getting ready to be changed.
I wish he would let me clean him up after a bowel movement. I'm allowed to take the messy pullup but not clean him. Which means going back in the toilet room to sanitize the toilet, walls, grab bars, sink, floor, door, walker. It amazes me where I find it. Gotta love him. Then clean him up anyways before putting on clean clothes.
With Pichu sitting on me, I'm watching Oakland Athletics vs Toronto Blue Jays game. Oh A's, almost.
Ttfn
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