I've been awake since 6:00. I snoozed til 7:00 when I could not hold my bladder any longer.
I've been wandering aimlessly around the house. I forgot my dog outside.
I tried to play with her but my heart is not in it.
I'm afraid to go to the hospital. I'm afraid of more bad news.
But I have to head over there soon. It's already after 11:00 and the doctor wants me there at noon to discuss "the next step". Which I guess is putting him in a home. My almost-38 yr old husband in a home. And not our home.
Whatever did we do to deserve this?