The title of this blog post sounds like the opening of a Garrison Keillor story from Tales of Lake Woebegon. It's a good way to tell a story, what can I say? I'm a thief, but an honest one.
I feel like I didn't get to spend enough time with Roger today, but enough that I can tell you there is not much change from yesterday. He is a little more alert each day when he's awake. He still sleeps most of the time. He eats very little.
He had other visitors today, so he wasn't lonely. Our dear friend Terri from Missoula and son Chris with girlfriend Dana from Santa Fe, and so many phone calls that I can't return them all. Sorry everyone - Roger is not able to call you, but I will call you when I can.
I had to run errands and do laundry today. I only packed enough for a two-day trip. Looking back on that choice, I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was unadulterated denial to think we would only be here for two days. Nonetheless, it leaves me doing laundry for both of us every other day. I went out today and bought a pair of jeans in an attempt to forestall the laundry situation. I didn't take time to shop for a bargain. Yikes! Gulp. Oh well. They didn't take much time to find, they fit, they are comfortable enough to sit around a hospital room in, and I won't have to do laundry again until Saturday. It's the fastest jeans purchase I've ever made.
I have only been sleeping every other night, when I'm so tired I have no other choice. Oh yes... I remember now from when Roger had his transplant. This not sleeping routine is not sustainable for a caregiver. I must retrain myself to turn my brain off according to the clock.
It's been a busy day here in Salt Lake. And, oh goodie, tonight's my night to sleep!
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