Hi, this is a post about Anxiety. I don’t know about triggers for anxiety, but you should be aware of that before reading further if you are easily triggered. thank you for reading. Long time no post. Seriously though with David in the facility there hasn’t been a lot to say. Especially because I don’t want anyone to accuse us of violating his right to privacy. Things are as good as they can be, but then, he always has thrived in facility based care. This post is about me. Last night I experienced what I can only call a panic attack. Not sure if it is anxiety driven or what, but to say it was overwhelming would be an incredible understatement. I am better today, thankfully my bride has helped me through this with her wonderful support. This is a first for me, and I hope it never happens again.
I get calls from David. Complaining about this or that. Today he was refusing to go to school. After explaining why he didn’t want to go to school, I let David know that he can’t hide from whatever or whomever he thinks is bothering him. And that he should go to school. I figured that was the end of it. About 6 hours later, I received a call from a staff member. David had a rough day. He struggled with being in school because “dad told me I didn’t have to go to school today.” Now, if David is known to lie, why would they believe him? It would have been a simple matter to get me on the phone and ask me if I had told him that. Quick and easy verification. I talked to his Care Coordinator who doesn’t work in the facility where David lives, and touched
Dear Uncle. I went to visit you in hospice center yesterday. It isn’t the first time I have been there. Each time, I wonder how I will find you. Will you be awake? Will you still be there? You look so small laying there, not like the farmer I knew who would tackle any job no matter how large. When I first arrived, as I quietly entered your room, I discovered that your roommate was out. You were laying there, and my first thought was that you had passed. Then I heard you inhale. You were just asleep. On one hand, I am relieved that you are still with us. On the other hand, I wish that your pain was over. As I went to sit in a chair, I figured you would wake eventually, and then we could visit. A nurse came in, making a ruckus and waking you.