It has been one of these weeks. My wife had hip surgery scheduled and that took a lot of time and energy. About the same time I came down with some major chest congestion. It has been a real struggle.
I think I was sicker than I can remember because something happened that I have heard about but never experienced. I lost my appetite. I used to adust the saying, “Stuff a fever, starve a cold” to give me an excuse for whatever I had. I could not understand having no interest in food but that stage went on for three days.
And my mind. I think I know what dementia will be like. I could sit and stare out the window. Drift off to sleep. Wake up and keep staring. I could hold a conversation but didn’t really care. My balance was off. On the lowest night I went to the kitchen to heat up a cup of tea I had left for that possibility. While I was waiting I became aware that I was not so aware. I ended up crawling back to my room and taking two naps on the way.
I remember being aware there was a blog that needed minding. I couldn’t generate any care.
In the midst of that I was supposed to be available in case my wife fell. Fortunately she has done much better than the first hip.
I am hoping I am back in the swing of things. One good note is that never felt a need to put myself in the hands of the medical establishment and have a Covid Tag hung on my toe.
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Hang in there Pal. We're pulling and praying for you both.
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