A day on oxygen and in bed
It has not been a good day. The exhaustion and chest pain started early with Richard banging my arm on the bedrail trying to wake me up. He was hungry and wanted food right then. He later tried to say he was banging a rag doll on the rail to wake me up. That pig didn't fly. By the time I had fixed his breakfast, Teena called and said she and JT were on their way over. I ask Richard to wait about getting up until Teena was here since it had taken an hour the day before for him to move 15 feet and... Sign in to see full entry.