I see that it's almost six am. I'm not a morning person. I like my sleep as much as I can get it. Yes I AM one of those people that will sleep their life away because it feels good. I'm up because my teeth/gums/jaw hurts. I borrowed something that is finally helping. So I've taken 2 arthris tylenol, 3 ibubrofen, and 2 of the borrowed stuff. Finally it's working. I want to sleep. IF I go to sleep now I can get an hour and a half. I've got to take my dad to his regular doctor and then to chemo. I'm going to ask about antidepressants for my dad. Maybe I can slip me in. We'll see.

Never ever have the thought 'It can't get any worse' cause trust me it so can. Things just seem to get worse and worse here. Today I had to go home from work because I was so sick. It was just stress. I rested and I feel better but not good. I can't sleep or eat too much. Today my appitite came back for a little bit but I'm to the point if it's trouble I don't want to do it. I feel so crappy for somethings I think. Like earlier I was on the potty and my dad was yelling for me. I kept saying to wait but he couldn't hear me. I hurried up and went to him. I told him how sad it is that even on the pot I can't get peace. I didn't mean it bad but it WAS ironic.

Everynight is the same thing. I'm either home or I get off work and bring him milk, his insulin, undies, diaper, socks, shirt and pants. Every night. I have to make sure he has meds. Check any to see if I need to call them in. It's routine. He can't go anywhere overnight alone. He knows that. What I hate is that Brooke and Daddy time has suffered. I'm closer to my dad that most kids and I value that. I told him tonight that tomorrow night before bed we are watching a movie or show together. Just to chill.

Cross Posted to canceraffects.blogspot.com