We had to take the OTHER kid to the ER last night for a high fever.

Oh, no. I hope things calm down soon.

Bought the car. No more car sharing.

Now I immediately want tracking on him. Why am I like this?

First, yay! Car sharing sucks. Second, yeah, I get that impulse so very much.

Hil, I'm glad your dad is there even if you don't need much. Better to have some company. I'm sorry you are going through this.

Oh, no, Hil! Glad you are out of the hospital. Hope you are better soon.

I'm OK now, but spend the past few days in the Cardiovascular ICU.

No bueno! I don't like that. Be healthy and better. I'm glad you're on the mend.

I'm packing up. We'll head over to my sister's cabin in a bit and I'll say my goodbyes. Then I'll be driving to ATL with my grandnephew, Brandon, who's hitching a ride.

I'm going to have a little side talk with my sister and Crystal and Amy (her caretakers). The essence of which will be, "My beloved yet willful sister, you've already taken a horrible fall and bruised yourself from face to arm to hip. You are going to have to let go of some perceived dignity and stop going to the potty by yourself, because you can barely stand up and take two steps anymore. So, you're not going to switch to diapers AFTER you have your next fall and break your nose on the toilet tank. You're going to let your caretakers decide when it's time. It is a privilege to take care of somebody at the end of their life, and I promise you they will feel nothing but tenderness as they tend to these undignified requirements."

Not looking forward to a day of travel, but very eager to be back home.

May the trip home be uneventful.

It is a privilege to take care of somebody at the end of their life, and I promise you they will feel nothing but tenderness as they tend to these undignified requirements.

I know it is hard for the person being cared for, but I always reminded them that I knew with every fiber of my being that they would take care of me if the roles were reversed. Nurturing loved ones is a part of life from the beginning all the way through to the end.

Yikes, Hil! I'm glad you're out of the hospital and doing better!

Yikes, Hil! I’m glad you’re out of the hospital and doing better.

I was coming here to post that my shower chair broke this morning that I not only use for the shower but assisting me in and out of the tub. So, my life with be interesting until I can replace it. However, that seems much less important than it did a few minutes ago.

Glad you're on the mend, Hil!

Being cared for in very personal ways never really does get easy. I suppose I'm fortunate(in kind of a sick way that I don't especially like, but hey) that it's been enough of a constant that equating dignity with not needing it only enters in when someone brings it. If my soul really knew this was going to happen, in the way the new-age folks tend to think, especially if some part of me volunteered for this, I wish they had spent a few extra bucks and bought me a cast-iron digestion, metaphorically speaking. Because it's coming off some kind of upset where I find myself thinking "*that's* gratuitous."

This Bengals-Browns game is unsatisfactory. Burrow needs to step the fuck up and earn that giant paycheck.

Timelies all!

Glad you’re doing better, Hil.