breathing deepPosted: May 4, 2018
Families are interesting.
I flew back, late last night, and went into work early. My Dad is responsible for his morning and evening feedings, but they are trickier with grinding the pills (liquid forms are not available for everything) – so we “pre-grind”. That’s fine until Dad spills the cup of the dissolved meds. No extra am pills ground and a med that needs to be kept in the system isn’t taken. I’m no longer there to help, and the home aid doesn’t come until 4 hours later, and my sibling who lives there doesn’t see the importance or urgency.
Yeah, I was in a panic. And my sibling made me cry. What’s the point of killing yourself to get your Dad out of the hospital only to fail at home?
All this while I was walking in loveliness.
I breathed deep to smell the blossoms – it helped.
Do you think it’s the 15 year difference in age? Or an oldest/youngest issue? Mind you, I’m the youngest – almost like an “only”. Can I have a drink at 9 am? Something more than a mimosa?
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Photos: dievca 05/2018