I think I'm getting a cold. What timing! Today Mom may be moved to her new long-term respiratory care center, and I want to be there with bells on to help her adjust. But I don't want to take a chance on spreading germs. I suppose I can don gloves, mask, gown, and lather myself with that anti-bacterial slime.
I hate to cast blame, but I'm feeling sleep-deprived and you-know-who has been keeping me up past my bedtime. Last night Dad deliberated for two hours about whether to renew his AAA membership. I tried to explain that he no longer needs trip planning or roadside assistance since he sold his car two years ago and can't drive. But in his 84-year-old head, this membership is related to insurance. Insurance is like a patriotic or civic duty; the more people in the pool, the better for everyone. Finally, he put the AAA letter away in his stash of other "personal" mail.
If I sound cranky and unsympathetic, I am...this morning. But I weep over this gentle man, with great integrety and propriety losing all personal control of his life and affairs.
Sue
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Sue, I didn't realize I had to have a Google account so now that I've caught on I hope you receive this! I have enjoyed reading about your journey with you parents and commend you for your strength. My mother is 88 and I see turbulence on the horizon. I strongly urge you to compile this blog into a book that will assist others who either are in this process or will find themselves there. Anyway, girl, be stong!
Blessings, Carolyn Knight
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