Husband keeps asking me where we were living before we lived here. I say WE HAVE BEEN LIVING IN THIS HOUSE FOR 13 YEARS and then he challenges me and says
YEAH? WE WERE LIVING HERE WHEN I WENT INTO THE HOSPITAL?
Which is so extra weird because he has no idea that he was ever in the hospital. I don’t know how else to answer him. Need advice.
If you feel like talking after seven, call me. Husband, I think might be asleep for the day. He was really extra confused and extra tired today. He woke up for a few hours took a nap woke up again and was so tired. He had to go back to bed at 3:30 so I need a fucking crystal ball. I I don’t even know what to think anymore. I don’t know what’s going on with this man, but I think his heart is probably NOT pumping blood because I’m having to give him more diuretic to keep the water off of him.
Do you know what this is? It’s all over my lawn. Very pretty.
I am looking to see if it has medicinal value. It’s for a friend, promise.
Had a nice long walk with my camera today!
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