I am home, unpacked and getting ready for work tomorrow.
All I have to say is I have a new respect for caregivers, that shit is hard. Hard being “on” all the time, predicting needs, not being able to take away the hurt. Granted I wouldn’t have it any other way than to have helped and feel bad that I had to leave, but that shit is hard!
Work starts early tomorrow with a meeting downtown for 3 hours then into the office to deal with 10 days of emails. I plan on sleeping like a baby tonight although I will still be waking up wondering if Chari has her pain meds and if she needs anything. Heal fast honey, sorry I had to go home.