Trying for compassion, murder is on my mind.
interestingly, this was one of the worst days of my life, the Alzheimer's patient I take care of, somehow snuck outside and got on his riding mower and was going to run roughshod all over the neighborhood, when I ingeniously pulled out the key, he is so mad, he tried to hit me and called me several unflattering names. I called his family to let them know that he would like a replacement.

BLAH

I work the next 12 hours. Then tomorrow another 12 hours.
Monday after class I go to Boise, then home to take Daine to Karate.
Tuesday, Boise, then class at night.
Wednesday looks like Monday.
Thursday, I work 630AM till 830AM, then 5pm till 830PM
Friday,the early morning, then class, but I am skipping Boise, then I work five till 830.
SOOOO Burned out.

I think the doctor knows what he is talking about
WE just have to follow all the rules and get Daine back on track, he will be fine.
Daine and I put up our tree and Christmas ornaments on Sunday. The cats... the cats...



I figured they would be bad. Santa is hanging dangerously over his sleigh, like he had a bit too much to drink and needs to toss his cookies.
The reindeer are laying down like a great hunting accident...strangely Kiwi hasn't been hanging off the tree like Tarzan, she has left that alone. I have outdoor lights, but I haven't braved putting them up yet, I am not really looking forward to circling my tiny patio with a few lights to look festive. I can be such a Grinch.
I have money worries as per usual, and I am mad at andy for breaking his word yet again. Time to turn the power off on his hopeless ass.
SIGH< Merry Freekin Christmas.

today is managed


We check Dain into St. Lukes Pediatric hospital today. I am not fully aware of what they are doing to him.
The kid has suffered for months, no one is listening to him anymore except me.
I hope they find out what is wrong so they can help us make him better.

I am a fat little blue bird. Shiny objects attract my attention. I am easily distracted and I am very chatty.
JEEZ... Fifty one years old, I still don't look it, and I am essentially very happy, and simple things fill me with great joy.
The last few days have been worth writing in a memory book. They all involve my son.
I am very blessed to have him in my life.

I am