Yesterday, Having spent, most of the day with her. I tell Rev, I’d see her, for sure, Sunday.
She had picked me up and had driven, through three or four counties. But she asks me, if I was up to visiting, our friend in Mt. Airy. Another, in the hospital.
[Ever mindful of my issues, with fatigue. She was the one, to put into words, procisely how I felt]
Today, Saturday. I got up late (for me) around eight a.m.
I was anticipating a friend’s arrival. One who was kind enough to bring me items, I had stored at theirs.
[How blessed am I, to have people like this, in my life]
One thing, leads to another.
I start to clear space for the things that she’s bringing.
And cleaning up and doing laundry.
I’m exhausted and my back hurts.
[Bipolar, Mania forces me to work, to exhaustion. Or until my back gives out. But, what do you do with the brain? It won’t stop thinking, won’t rest?]
I have my last load in the dryer.
I think of my dad, As I make my bed.
As I fold, Two extra blankets.
I smile. Because my dad, is a bed hog!
I think about some of the things we laughed about, the last time he was here.
I told him, he had eaten all his candy.
He says “I don’t remember eating it”
I then say “Because you don’t remember, doesn’t mean, you didn’t eat it”
And we laughed.
[I no longer worry, that he forgets…that he may forget me]
He said another time “I don’t remember”
I said ” And that’s alright, Right Daddy?
He said “That’s right baby”