Found this on FB last night.
It’s so hard to keep fighting. If I had an HOUR to myself so I could scream, it would help.
I got home last night to find him laying on the couch, almost unable to move. I think LF being there is wearing him out. It’s just more stress. A little consideration would be nice. He’s an incredible nit picker.
But apparently the stress diet is working. I’ve lost 3.5 pounds in the last couple weeks. I hope it keeps going so the seamstress has to take IN my Mother of the Bride’s dress for my daughter’s wedding. Megann and I were just talking about that yesterday. Nick really wants to be here to help walk her down the aisle.
“I’m hoping for that, too.” she stated.
It’s not looking good. If he IS still here, it will be in a wheelchair, I’m afraid.
At 4pm I woke up to hit the loo, let the dog out because strangely he followed me to the door. Very seldom does he do this. Well, we had company. A white dog with a darker head and tail and 3 large spots on his left side…was sniffing all over my front yard around my cars. Jegs was growling so this wasn’t a good thing. He usually gets along with everyone.
At 5am, Nick woke me. He was FREEZING cold. I tried to get him to take his meds. “I thought you already gave them to me.” Very confused. At 7am he was drenched in sweat. He’s getting the fevers. Yay. Just changed sheets on Monday night, now tonight I’ll change them again. Also tonight, we have to get more paperwork straightened out.
I just want to be home.