Medicaid and Nursing Homes: Not Political: Just Necessary to Speak Our

I guess some people just needed to vent. That was not my intention, Anyway, let us admit we all our under permanent stress. I laughed at the now deleted description of me as a Rachel Madow latte drinking person. Like most of you I fall into bed exhausted every night as soon as my DH does. Nighttime TV. Not!

Like a lot of you I try to deal with stress with laugher. Here was the last 48 hours. At breakfast two mornings ago my husband complained about the kids in our living room. No kids were there. At lunch I then had to tell him gently why it was not a good idea to call his mom who died 40 years ago. Then he wet his pants in the afternoon. Okay. He changed his underwear but put his wet chinis on again That night he woke me up yelling to turn on the lights. He pointed out the imaginary things crawling on the floor and the noise they were making. I calmed him down. Finally the next morning he got dressed by himself. He had on a long sleeve shirt with a tee pulled over it. For bottoms he pulled on a pair of shorts with no underwear. Later , he changed his slippers for a walk by putting on sandals with handkerchiefs instead of socks. This morning I got him into the shower which MADE my day.

My days probably are not different than most of your I suspect. If someone is the object of anger or scorn as I was here I suggest we all deal with it with grace. I cannot imagine the burden another person carries. It has been hard for me to put my DH on the wait list for MC. I am grieving, not guilty. I know I have to do it for his and mine safety. Let us be kind to each other in this bizarre hard place we all occupy.