On my first shift of caregivers, Annie May was my caregiver today, and made my day splendid. She picked out pink clothes for me to wear (oops, that was yesterday). Correction. I stayed in my blue and white striped pajamas today, because I was weary. Too weary to make it in for a doctor appointment with Dr. Amor, whom my caregivers and I adore. Now I remember that I called to tell the office I was too tired to come in for a morning appointment, and Miss Sherylm me promise to call her later in the day, to ensure I was not feeling worse. What did I do? I slept.
I slept like I was sedated and in a coma, with nothingness surrounding my very being. As if a zombie, I puttered around my room and tried to make a dent in my pile of mail that was slowly mounting. When I woke up to our daughter's voice, I sought for love and affection from her. I am convinced that I will be able to do more and more physical things for her, and with her.
My caregiver Miss Noel, had taken charge while I was asleep. Dinner, ideas, appointments. There is plenty that we able to do together, and I will miss her until her next shift. Miss Noel has a way of laughing with me, and together we can feel our hearts being melted together once again. She is my personal assistant and we have the same character and discipline rules that can be easily enforced.
I made it downstairs for dinner, since I had been in bed, asleep and resting. Suddenly, the end of the day is over and I have to take my nighttime medications, as well as ensure that we have a Mother-daughter dinner before us. Now I must sleep. My eyelids are closing and I must sleep.
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