Who Cares for the Caregiver?

TomB

Who Cares for the Caregiver?

TomB
kleenex-5610_640On days like today with my runny nose, cough, sore joints, and muscle aches, I really wish I had a caregiver. I'm not bitter about it like I used to be. Like so much else in my life, I've adjusted me to life because life isn't about to bend to my will. I'm also thankful that I'm not in the situation I was in three years ago when I had influenza (one of the European strains) and a 104-degree temperature and the only one who could drive our German house guest to the air port.

Now, that was a miserable six hours. (Remember, we live way out in the country, so with the wait until his plane took off, it was a very long day for a sick dad.)

I'm also grateful that Jake is hale, and Cris is slumbering in her daily nap right now. Cris has already shaken this virus, but it lingers on in me. G-d bless her, she wants to take care of me, and I really appreciate it, but no. I'll accept her help in getting menial tasks done because frankly for as sick as she is with Fibromyalgia, she still pushes herself too much to make me happy when it comes to keeping the house in order.

Yeah, I'm sick, but mine won't last. It'll shake off eventually...but still...for today, I wish I had someone to do stuff while I lay down for a nap.

Peace.