Turned on, turned off. That is my love light switch and my head is a big red ball. When it comes to love I am like the annoying family member that demands the trivial of the nurse, while the nurse is critically thinking about the large picture.
If only I could apply those thinking skills to my life, I would be a shooting star that never burns out.
I need perspective and I am back to revise my own care plan. I am wasted in vulnerability, forcing small bites of nutrition into a mouth that does not desire food.
I will pack up the house and start moving tomorrow. I am going home.