Nietzsche has been quoted to say, “That which does not kill us makes us stronger. ”
This morning, I wasn’t stronger, I became my baser self.
Gpa went into the bathroom, so I followed and started to help him. He was in the middle of pooping. So there he is standing in the bathroom, hanging onto the towel rack, pooping. Gravity was doing a swell job and poop was landing on his pants, shoes and floor.
I started yelling at him to sit down and tried to guide him to the toilet. Gpa did not let go and the towel rack came with him.
I am so glad no one was hurt. I’ve been trying to get a real grab bar added to the order for the hospital bed. Towel racks are not made for bearing a person’s weight.
He’s happy when he has a cookie, a coffee or a ride. He is not happy when he is in the bathroom and I am yelling at him. He isn’t aware of the poop. He tells me he is never coming back here again.
I am not physically stronger. Taking care of Gpa has thrown my back out of whack.
I am not spiritually stronger. It is torture to watch Gpa slowly deteriorate. He has a bed sore, a sore on the toe of one foot and two toes on his other foot is purple.
I am not mentally stronger. I am drained.
I am going to bed now. Hopefully, we’ll feel better in the morning.
We’ll see.
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Laura, you are doing a superhuman job and need superhuman strength for it – God bless you both this Christmas and may He give you His strength to continue.