Status update
Well, I had something elaborately bitter to put here, but I'll summarize instead.
Mum's colostomy isn't being reversed, and her Alzheimer's is getting worse. She is starting to attack the help, and constantly cries and wanders for four hours a day, typically in two hour intervals ten hours after she has her medication.
Dad is going in for surgery tomorrow. He has decided against a high risk, intricate surgery that might save part of his foot, and chosen amputation which he's more likely to survive. We had a talk with a neighbour who is a double amputee about recovery, and that cheered him up significantly.
Kath and I have already had one explosive argument about "contributing". She feels I'm not doing enough here; I feel showing up for one hour every two weeks and using kids and working on the house as reasons for the absence isn't enough. She is absolutely missing the unrelenting psychological abrasion.
So, if you'd like to pray, burn incense, or send happy thoughts, please do. Tomorrow is another nexus of possibilities, which so far have been breaking bad regardless of whether I have a shiny-perky-clouds or dark-dismal attitude.
Oh, and I've been having more dreams of being trapped, in a vehicle on an island that is slowly drowning, and being hunted around abandoned factories by flensed great cats.
Mum's colostomy isn't being reversed, and her Alzheimer's is getting worse. She is starting to attack the help, and constantly cries and wanders for four hours a day, typically in two hour intervals ten hours after she has her medication.
Dad is going in for surgery tomorrow. He has decided against a high risk, intricate surgery that might save part of his foot, and chosen amputation which he's more likely to survive. We had a talk with a neighbour who is a double amputee about recovery, and that cheered him up significantly.
Kath and I have already had one explosive argument about "contributing". She feels I'm not doing enough here; I feel showing up for one hour every two weeks and using kids and working on the house as reasons for the absence isn't enough. She is absolutely missing the unrelenting psychological abrasion.
So, if you'd like to pray, burn incense, or send happy thoughts, please do. Tomorrow is another nexus of possibilities, which so far have been breaking bad regardless of whether I have a shiny-perky-clouds or dark-dismal attitude.
Oh, and I've been having more dreams of being trapped, in a vehicle on an island that is slowly drowning, and being hunted around abandoned factories by flensed great cats.