I woke up at 6:00 or so this morning and felt blah …….. it was gloomy and raining. It looks like it’s going to rain for a whole week …….. well we had a nice day yesterday.
I’ve spent two days thinking about what to do about my husband’s not eating. And also about his refusal to allow anyone but me to feed him. And I finally came up with what to do. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It is out of my control. If he wants to eat – he’ll eat and if he doesn’t – he doesn’t. I can’t go to the unit every day and feed him and I can’t convince him to allow others to feed him. So, in the words of my favorite shrink, don’t beat your head against a brick wall even if it feels good. No more head banging. I can just let this be. I’m sorry he can’t or won’t eat, but I can’t stand over him like some Amazonian general and make him eat. It’s only stressing me out —- and I don’t think he can remember from one meal to the next what’s up.
Whew. I decided to skip today’s regularly scheduled visit because I was in the mood to do great bodily harm to a pitiful old man in a wheelchair. I don’t think they’d let me do it. And they probably wouldn’t understand when I slammed my fist into the wall either ……….. so I sat and knit. And thought and knit and thought.
I can go tomorrow …………