It is 5:45 am PST on Wednesday morning. Pop has been up and down on the camode since 2:30 am. It may be my fault, I gave him a v8. His anxiety and dementia put everything into overdrive. Talk about being pooped out.
There is a silver lining to these shinnagins, he ate a pbj sandwich and banana while sitting on the pot. He is able to breathe, chew and eat. Whoot, whoot, I am going to start feeding him more solid foods now. He is also more alert and awake in the early am hours.
Me, I am doing my best. Every part of me is soar and achey. My arthritis is winning. I am not giving up. It is not my nature. I have medication and am not afraid to use it.
Is it in basketball you pivot and move till you can make the shot. So I am pivoting and moving very slowly.
Today, day 5.
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