………and he feels pretty good today.
Tom, our ‘renter’, brought up a idea yesterday. If they want him to eat, why not let him be on steroids so he FEELS like eating? Or put a food IV in and give him nutrients whenever he comes in for an appointment?
Because he’s not eating. I have a hard time finding things he WILL eat.
All the weight lost is causing depression because without the weight, he’s nothing to fight with. Such a vicious circle. I actually got him to eat salsa and chips last night. Then he had a pudding pop for dessert. Not much but better than nothing. He is so tired all the time.
And I wonder why I am exhausted. He is so weak by the end of the day, that I have to get him food. I have to get him drink. I have to answer the phones. I have to stock the wood stove. Last night I had to throw in wood. (even tho we have a guy living upstairs perfectly capable of DOING that………) ALL while I’m trying to get our taxes done before the deadline. Not to mention working full time, trying to get enough orders to do a show this month for Pchef, clean house, keep the wood stove going, do laundry, cook for 2 men, keep 2 cats alive because right now I wanna kill ’em both, don’t forget that wood stove……ON TOP OF THE BENEFIT stuff to get ready …..*faints*. When I write it all out? I don’t wonder so much.