Keeping track of things…
It’s not easy. I have to keep track of my doctor appointments, his many doctor appointments, the dog’s vet appointments, and do all of the other stuff around here.
There are many days where I don’t know if I am coming or going. Days where I swear I am going to run into myself running another errand.
I feel like as soon as my butt hits the couch or my desk chair The Curmudgeon or Lucy decide they need something that only I can do for them.
Some evenings, after he goes to bed, I pass out on the couch from exhaustion for a couple of hours. Some evenings, after he goes to bed, it’s all I can do not to sit there and cry my eyes out. And then there are the evenings where he has has driven me up a wall all day and I would love to have a drink or two but I don’t.
Now I get to sit here the rest of the night and into the morning with only water to drink, no food, and hope after I get my blood tests done the doctor gets the results before I get there.