I’ve finally found a moment to check in. February came and went and now March is upon us. Time stops for no one and things change faster than you can keep up with. One day I’m begging for more work (for the most part I’ve been able to telecommute) and the next I’m overloaded. I’m not really complaining because I’m liking this latest project but the family still needs full time care and even though we have help, I often worry they need more.
They work so hard every single day just doing the basic every day things the rest of us don’t give a second thought to. They’re gaining strength and coordination all the time but they’re experiencing falls and frequent fainting, which is disconcerting, especially for those who have already suffered a TBI. The nightmares are worse and so is the PTSD in general. It’s difficult to see them struggle and it’s excruciating imagining what haunts them in their latest dreams. Our nights are very long and our days are spent recovering – from a lack of rest, from nightmares, from everything.