That Was A Bad Night

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Being a full time care taker can be so hard. I give up sleep and have many backaches but I do what I know I have to do. I force people to get up and walk with words, kind words, well sometimes I have to ask what color casket they want but I get them up and moving again. No matter what age. I got Tony up and walking, for the most part without anything to prop on. I have Tony eating full meals once again. But last night I cooked the turkey, I pout it on 250 degrees and cook it while I sleep, he woke me at 5 am opening the front door, I went to bed at 2 am, I jumped out of bed when I heard that door open, he said the smell was making him sick. I turned the oven off, I knew the bird was done and turned on the fan over the oven and went back to bed. I woke an hour later because he had the t.v. really loud. I turned off the oven fan and cut the t.v. down. Needless to say I am exhausted today. This morning he is was still feeling bad. I got up took all the numbers, gave him meds, food and breathing treatment and he is sitting watching t.v. feeling better. I am cooking Christmas dinner today because Tony thinks he can die any minute. I assured him that anyone can die any minute, even me. So guess who will over eat today? Merry Christmas!