Strange day. Thank you effing MS.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I headed to bed at three in the morning, early for a change. I thought, “Ah hah! I will sleep well and be up in time to relax with my coffee before G and I go out to lunch.”
I should have known better. Any time I make plans The Curmudgeon’s MS rears its ugly head and flings my plans to the four winds. Just dozing off, I hear him calling me. (Crap!) Bounding out of bed, dashing down the hallway my blood pressure jacked through the roof, I find him unable to move. Scared to death, I screamed at him. My language consisted of expletives and I sounded like an educated sailor.
Yeah, I’m an idiot. I am NOT a nurse. I was scared out of my mind.
He had to pee. I cussed some more and helped him with his pee bottle. Then I went back to bed. Just barely begin to doze off when he’s calling for me again for the same reason.
I am not a nice person. I am not prepared to do this. I have no help at all. There is no one who actually gives a shit about us, other than G, nearby and I can’t ask her for help she’s still raw from losing her husband to cancer.
G is the only reason I managed to keep my sanity. She took me to lunch anyway even though I was not sure if I should leave him alone. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get out and away until I went.
Upon returning home, a nicer person appeared.
You all have a good one.
I’ll try to keep my sanity…
About doggonedmysteriesAgented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner--I have one at the present time, Avid gardener.
Posted on October 1, 2014, in MS related and tagged Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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