No, I am not picking out funeral statues for Mr C! I went on a little mental health walk thru the residential area down to our local cemetery. I was tired of trying to take pictures of tulips – so I decided to try something different. Beloved Panasonic L1 with the cheap-ass 70mm prime lens.
Carlton report:
I am not willing to say that he is getting better. But, I don’t think his temperature is going to spike up as bad this evening. At least I hope that is the case. He seems to be in considerable pain. He is OK as long as he is flat on his back. But, he doesn’t like to stay in bed. I am carefully dispensing his Hillbilly Heroin. Don’t want him to have to start going to Narc Anon when his is over.
Yesterday evening, I sort of had caregiver meltdown. I was so paranoid that I slept in my clothes, sure that a trip to the ER would be required. I am better today. The light at the end of the tunnel still might be a train.
Tomorrow – another challenge. Getting the catheter out and being sure he is fully functional in the area before leaving the urology office. And, he absolutely has to get his dressing changed. It was supposed to last until surgery. It isn’t.