Wrecks

Enjoying some nice weather this week, but it's supposed to be cooler this next week with temps going back down in the thirties and highs in the forties some days. 

It doesn't bother me too much, because I'm inside most of the time, but it makes it hard for Dennis to work on his "projects" and that makes him kind of irritable.

I know he doesn't feel well, his back is painful almost all the time, and he's got some other pains that are not printable. I try to be patient with him, but I'm going through my own aches and pains. Mine are mild compared to his. His pains make him fearful that one of his cancers have come back, or spread to another part of his body. Talk about stress, for both of us.

It's times like this that I lean on God to help give me peace, compassion and understanding. If I could take his health issues onto myself and spare him, I gladly would. His crosses are heavy, but I've survived many health issues too. I'm not one to complain. I prefer to go into the bathroom or bedroom and close the door and suffer in silence. 

I went to my ENT doctor yesterday to see if perhaps my balance problems could be due to my inner ear problems. He talked so fast---I could only understand part of what he said. I'll go into my health portal online and read his progress notes, then I'll understand what's going on. 

I need to get back to writing on my book. I've come to a crossroads in the plot and haven't decided which way to take it. My brain has been fuzzy lately. I don't know if its my meds causing it, or early dementia. When I was at the doctor's office yesterday, I couldn't put three words together to make a sentence, and my memory is slipping. 

Getting old sucks.