The home is for two. I and I. I am not visiting but care giving. Yes I am bent out of shape by the situation. And I now bow to fate. My belief is detention for 8 days was avoidable without meeting daughter for breakfast. On the other hand would we after the MRI found the tumor not checked in to Hospital? And had we not done so with Daughter but alone would anything change?
The isolation ought be able to be overcome. But Judith is not strong enough emotionally to do so.
Now faced with surgery and no elevator at home and some distance to go for surgery we struggle.
I want 12 hours to do stuff. She wants constant company to overcome fear. The best is to find a middle road. So far no middle path.
Husband. Victim of solidarity. I have no job. My employment is my wife's health.
I have dual duty to myself and to her. In the end I know I would regret being with her less. Much is learned post Covid not known to naked eye but naked spirit. The only cafe in the Hospital closes at 2PM is one item. Very few Caucasion staff another.
Cryptic and too Hermetic. The arch idea is very old. The icon. A monitor in a room then can manifest the image. The Maven is the Magical Intercessor. The Intercessor is an algol. Manifesting on screen on demand as the interface with medicine. This in part inspired by an article in the Guardian on how WRONG everyone has been for centuries on Mummification. The Mummy is body modification to please the gods. My Maven to please the Gods while the life breath is in your breast.intercedes like a lawyer. A Writ to Remit One Home. .A Stay.is entered because of cleverness. Our systems since brave Ulysses value the clever
I sleep. That is on a chair bed. I agree the bivouac is absurd. Equally so is all else. I speak with her about it and "you don't really care about me" in embittered tone.
A close friend of my husband's, with expert letters after her name, whose opinions were always much superior to mine, retired last year, in her 70s.
Since then she has been sooo needy, she's been in a mental institution for a while, on anti depressants, goes all plaintive when any visitors leave, moany whiney voice on the phone, wanting sympathy from me.
Staying with her friends a lot, or getting them to stay with her.
I am worried that she is going to want to stay with us.
I am ready to say No. She would still be her bossy know all self, and pathetic when it suited her.
She has a $3 million dollar house btw.
She's not looking so smart now but still wants to get all the attention.
Admire me extroverts don't do so well when they have to call on their own reserves.
The home is for two. I and I. I am not visiting but care giving. Yes I am bent out of shape by the situation. And I now bow to fate. My belief is detention for 8 days was avoidable without meeting daughter for breakfast. On the other hand would we after the MRI found the tumor not checked in to Hospital? And had we not done so with Daughter but alone would anything change?
The isolation ought be able to be overcome. But Judith is not strong enough emotionally to do so.
Now faced with surgery and no elevator at home and some distance to go for surgery we struggle.
I want 12 hours to do stuff. She wants constant company to overcome fear. The best is to find a middle road. So far no middle path.
Husband. Victim of solidarity. I have no job. My employment is my wife's health.
I have dual duty to myself and to her. In the end I know I would regret being with her less. Much is learned post Covid not known to naked eye but naked spirit. The only cafe in the Hospital closes at 2PM is one item. Very few Caucasion staff another.
A medical cul-de-sac.
Cryptic and too Hermetic. The arch idea is very old. The icon. A monitor in a room then can manifest the image. The Maven is the Magical Intercessor. The Intercessor is an algol. Manifesting on screen on demand as the interface with medicine. This in part inspired by an article in the Guardian on how WRONG everyone has been for centuries on Mummification. The Mummy is body modification to please the gods. My Maven to please the Gods while the life breath is in your breast.intercedes like a lawyer. A Writ to Remit One Home. .A Stay.is entered because of cleverness. Our systems since brave Ulysses value the clever
Are you getting enough sleep.
I don't recommend spending all your time at Kaiser.
Your wife should look out for your health, not just her loneliness needs.
Don't sacrifice yourself.
I sleep. That is on a chair bed. I agree the bivouac is absurd. Equally so is all else. I speak with her about it and "you don't really care about me" in embittered tone.
I am sorry but you are the victim here.
A close friend of my husband's, with expert letters after her name, whose opinions were always much superior to mine, retired last year, in her 70s.
Since then she has been sooo needy, she's been in a mental institution for a while, on anti depressants, goes all plaintive when any visitors leave, moany whiney voice on the phone, wanting sympathy from me.
Staying with her friends a lot, or getting them to stay with her.
I am worried that she is going to want to stay with us.
I am ready to say No. She would still be her bossy know all self, and pathetic when it suited her.
She has a $3 million dollar house btw.
She's not looking so smart now but still wants to get all the attention.
Admire me extroverts don't do so well when they have to call on their own reserves.
Yes the bearability of life varies. Hospital fate especially as it lingers giving time for second and third thought.
Go home man!
You can't win this.
I don't get it but it's nice to hear from you.
Maybe you need special powers to survive Kaiser.