Have they checked to see if he might have had another stroke
Yes. No evidence of a major one, but I think it has to have been at least a mini stroke given the severity of his decline and current symptoms. He's had so many that there no way to tell if the MRI is showing anything new.
I said goodbye, reminded him I will be back later this week, and am having some tacos before I go to the airport. I know I have done so much for him, but I can't help feeling like I'm abandoning him. But I also know I'm hitting a point of breaking down if I don't have at least a few semi-normal days, and I've put a bunch of safeguards in place. He won't remember why I'm gone, though, and the doom-talker in my brain is telling me he's going to die suddenly before I get back.
So tacos, I guess.
Pix, I think that he would want you to do what you need to do. You can't push yourself forever.
You can't push yourself forever.
I would also echo that this pace is not tenable.
You can't push yourself forever.
This. Thiiiiiiiiiiiisssss.
(Remember when I tried to do that and skirted the edge of a nervous breakdown? And all of you gently ganged up on me and told me I needed to rest? Back at you, my love.)
Pix, you have done everything you could do, and more. He would be in more trouble if you push yourself to collapse. Sleep well in your own bed and reenergize.
Matilda took off to spend NYE at a friend's house (with sleepover). So I'm all alone with a blossoming cold.
A sneezing and snizzling head cold. Rundown and snotty.
I just took a NyQuil and made myself a hot cider with cognac. So that should knock me out.
It's entirely appropriate that I'm entering 2024 sliding backwards down the coal chute.
It would be a good night to have a dog.
Happy New Year! from UTC-6
I'm on the middle-to-tail end of mine, Hec, and I empathize. We didn't have the oomph to put together anything remotely celebratory today.
Now, I sleep. Late, I hope.
Good 2024 to all.
