A new fear – Talking with dead friends
Last night was scary. Not sure what happened exactly, but David is back in the hospital. At 8pm, with his bedtime medicines he gets a snack. He wanted oatmeal, instead I gave him a granola bar. He said that he would hurt me if I didn’t give him the right snack. He made a move to run, pushed our 8 foot long dining room table at me, pinching me into my chair. I pushed back. Then because I didn’t know what he was going to do, I picked him up, took him to the living room and said that if he wanted to go to the hospital that is what would happen. He was ready to go in minutes. Since we live an hour from the hospital, and the weather conditions were near blizzard like, I drove slowly. David started turning the heat off and on, playing with the radio,