My freedom continues to diminish as my caregiver duties almost 24/7, with just a few opportunities – generally no more than a couple of hours – for relief. It's beginning to wear me down. What really pissed me of was missing a great opportunity to meet up with some local hikers on the last weekend of January. I'd joined a local hiking group in October, but had no real opportunity to make any of the gatherings.
I had a short window of freedom at the beginning of the year while my mother was receiving a bit of rehab at a nursing home. The last weekend she was at the facility, the group was meeting at a state park about a two-hour drive from my little berg, so I sent my RSVP and was looking forward to the event. What happened? I go sick for the first time in years! Lovely!
The window of freedom has slammed shut, things go from bad to worse, and I've hit an emotional low. Luckily, I get a one-week break in mid-April. That's pulling me along, at the moment. Sorry, just needed to vent a bit.
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Oscar Meyer Lansky