The reason I have very few friends is because of the isolation that I have been living in for a long time now. The isolation is an unfortunate side effect that goes with being a caregiver for two elderly people (mom - soon to be 85yrs and her H - 89yrs) both in the middle stages of Alzheimer's - and all that goes with that.
Sage,
"Sounds like you both are feeling the effects..." My H has been acting differently lately. He seems to be bending over backward to be patient and sweet with me. Sort of an enhance version of his better self. As wonderful as it is, it's also kind of odd . Not complaining though.
Matilda,
"I promise that it gets better." These words brought tender reassurance to my heart and tears to my eyes.
Deb,
"You must keep thinking you are in a better place than you were last year, a much better place!" You're right, I must keep reminding myself of this so as not to backslide or self-sabotage. Sometimes, it just feels surrealistic, or like I'm going to wake up one morning and it will all have snapped back to how it was a year ago. Got to keep riding the crest.
Kitti,
"so what did you decide???" Well, I kind of mixed everybody's suggestions together and ended up taking a nice, warm shower (for me), then made a Caesar salad, my H's favorite, (for him). H opened a bottle of Chardonay (for us) and then we enjoyed a low key evening together in front of the television. I, too, had a whopping headache yesterday, so neither of us were up to anything that required energy.
My H showed up at my class today and we went to lunch together, and then went for a walk in a beautiful park afterward before he returned me to my class. (The lunch and park were HIS idea). When I got back, two of the students told me how "cute" they thought my H was. But of course!
