bright blessings

So…. got to go to the gerontologist’s with Paul this morning first thing; then we came back here to trim his HEINOUS BLOODY TOES (I clipped him by accident and he would not stop bleeding which meant I nearly gave myself hysterics while Paul told me he could barely feel it) then I booked him an appointment with his GP EIGHT FUCKING WEEKS GOOD GOD WHAT IF IT WAS AN EMERGENCY and I emailed Lois his foot measurements and THEN we went back to the eldercare joint and I signed him back in and we had lunch.

The gerontologist said “It’s time to think about Plan B” ie what the family does when Paul can no longer live where he’s living. I’d say he’s got another year mebbe but the waiting periods are longer than that so the sisters will have to think on it.

I’m back home again. Normally talking about someone else’s mental state is rude, but I simply must share this masterful response to one of the interminable questions on the cognitive tests the administer every time he shows up.

Write a complete sentence.

This is what it was

 

Gotta ball

What a king, what an absolute unit Paul is.

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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