“Stick to your knitting” might be apt in these moments where my anxiety over my husband’s condition runs headlong into my feelings of patriotism and citizenship.
I think I can do both. Worrying is a well-honed skill.
I am more than capable to juggle the two.
Neither is a small concern.
There. I have interjected my politics and civic disposition into the blog about our journey with Lewy Body Dementia.
Both matter a great deal to me. I resent that this particular political moment is making my journey in life that much harder.
My life at home is changing further; Burt needs more help, especially getting up and staying up; he walks less, and getting into bed is scary for him.
I guess that I should have said our life is changing. I will need more aides, more hours. We are getting the hospital bed to make Burt more comfortable getting in and out.
He’s likely to use the wheelchair more often than his walker going forward. I am saddened.
I would like to concentrate my efforts and talents to just giving Burt the best of me.
Of course I shall. Whatever the distractions. However, I stumble or mumble along.
this is our life 