It was a relief of sorts to realize that Burt’s decline of yesterday was due to a raging fever. The fever, after a night with Tylenol, is in a more manageable range.
I am ashamed of myself for being so angry and impatient over Burt’s inability to get out of bed. How unkind of me to act as if this was about me.
I am distressed over his fever and portalled his always reliable doctor. Today, it’s about getting him treatment.
He is making better sense today.
We’ve started to connect a little in the sweet way he usually has.
this is our life 