Good Afternoon morning has disappeared again. I didn’t realize how weak diarrhea has made me so weak until this morning when I needed help getting dressed and wasn’t there for me. I lost my cool when the caregiver wasn’t going to put on the wheels and wouldn’t check on my husband. He had gone already. I was pushed to my limit. I have tried being nice but I am through being nice. Other things have been happening. I didn’t have lunch and went back to my room where there are things I could eat.
The picture of my older brother, Bill. I got a note from my Grandmother Hanford, I had thought about them. I am at the lowest point in my life
Good night, and have pleasant dreams.