Caregivers - you know the drill....
Seems like it always hitting the fan here. Last night I was trying to catch up on dishes about 2am when I heard Bob call HEL...! The "P" in help didn't make it out, as that's when he started vomiting. I will keep the details of just how much got hit, so you all don't turn green... let's just say, I was up washing 3 loads of laundry all night, and had to bathe him completely. We were pooped today and took a nap, I got up before him and went to Walmart, as my perpectual Christmas tree had the audacity to not light up.
Many bulbs to decide on, and as I left the lot I saw 2 guys on the ground by their car, and on closer inspection, saw they had a flat. I've had so much trouble keeping one of my tires blown up, I just said, "thank God it isn't me this time!" Stopped by Wendy's to pick up burgers and as I rolled down the car window and got close to the drive thru, I heard this funny noise. It's a strange noise, but if you've ever heard you car with a close to flat tire, you'd recognize it. I drove to the car wash - no air. I drove to speedway and got out, to find a little note taped on it, that said, "sorry, out of order". I drove to Krogers and I yelled over to the men filling their cars and asked if one could help me as I usually only succeeded in letting more air OUT of my tires, when I tried to do it. One guy came over, and as I went to put in my quarters, I saw someone had one jammed in the slot and it wouldn't take any more coins. I freaked out and went, "oh my God, how will I get home with the tire this flat!" He said, no worries, he had a tire pump with him! It was a plug in that works from you cigarrett lighter - I'm getting one! It also has a screw onto the tire so you don't have to just keep trying to hold the air thing to the tire thing (technical terms!)
Got home, to hear Bella barking in the backyard, had forget to bring her in. Got Bob up and fed, he bit his lip so hard it bled. Went out to bring in groceries and also had a 40 pound bag of salt for the softener. I was lucky to get it into my cart where the child would sit, because it was at the right shelf level where I could just pull it off the shelf and it would land in the cart. It was trickier getting it into the car. When I got home, I couldn't find my trolley thingy, and got the wheelchair that is in the garage. It worked to get it in and I was able to take out pot fulls of pellets (about 100!) until it was about 1/2 empty, then I could dump the rest.
I am supposed to take him to a stroke support meeting tomorrow, not close - but now am not sure about my tire and him, either! We really want to go to this one because it is about loss of bladder & bowel control. I feel like a bag of feathers in a wind tunnel!
Bob still feels off, so he went to bed early, even though he had a 5 hour nap. But any little thing really throws a stroke survivor for a loop.
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