2008-04-15
4/15/08 Entry #2
Somebody needs to call a waaaambulance.
I have been on leave for 23 days. 23 days of walking up and down the stairs every 1/2 hour during the day changing Bill's icepack for a heating pad. 23 days of making sure Bill took his meds as prescribed. 23 days of watching movies downstairs with Bill when I had so many other things that needed to be done(I may not watch another movie for 6 months) because that seemed to be the only way to keep his mind off of his pain. 23 days of countless Dr. appointments, trips to the pharmarcy, trips to the grocery store.
16 of these 23 days I've had visiting company. Company I love, but nonetheless, company. Company that required extra laundry and groceries. Company that required entertainment in between taking care of Bill.
I am beat. Just beat.
How rude would it be if I dropped Jackie off at the airport, say...3 hours early?