Day 13...

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th:
07:13AM -- Yeah, I know...it's way too early for me to be out of bed. Well, try not to fall out of your chair, because I've been up for over an hour now. I know...I know....scary, eh?

It's now been 13 days since Larry last dialyzed. He's still doing okay, other than the confusion and disorientation has become more pronounced. He's sleeping at the moment, although he has awakened me a couple of times during the wee hours of the morning. He isn't eating other than a couple of bites of something each day. Larry drank very little yesterday, although he requested an Ensure in the morning and drank all of it. That was pretty much it for the day until around 5:00AM this morning. He has had about 5 sips of water. He looked at me and said "Thank you, my darling" after the last sip. I had to wake Richard up around 5:00AM to come upstairs and help slide Larry up to the top of the bed. I really don't know what I'd do if Richard wasn't here to help with him. I can roll him over and twist him onto his side; but, there's no way I can grab him and slide him up in the bed.

TUESDAY, OCT. 14th:
Lynell and Alyce left today going back home to SC. Richard had to leave early to take Chris (David) to work on time. Lyn says she is coming back tomorrow...not sure if Alyce will or not. If someone isn't here to take care of him, I don't leave the house even to run to the grocery store, which is just over a hill or two from us.

We got a sweet note from Aunt Corky in the mail today. I read it to him. It seemed to take him a few minutes to figure out who Aunt Corky was, but I think it finally sunk in.

Michelle -- hospice social worker -- stopped by yesterday for a short while. She noticed a reduction in his strength from her last visit. She offered help, but I don't feel like I need any. Or, as I explained to a friend who offers help...I don't even know "how" to ask for help...much less what kind of help. And it really doesn't bother me, because I've taken care of Larry for so long. Of course, I'm one of those who thinks that if someone really wants to help, they'd pretty much do it on their own without being asked. It's not pride, on my part; it's just a philosophy I've always lived by.

Larry's mom asked me one day last week if I had an antidepressant. I told her yes but I wasn't taking them. Geez...I wonder if that was a hint to take one? Oh well...LOL! I think I'm doing pretty good. I actually felt peaceful and calm last night with just the two of us here. I even washed about 5 loads of clothes today...and have them all put away! Washing comforters and linens also.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th:
I'll post more later. As it is right now, Larry is still waking up, although it takes him several minutes to focus.