Strange Week

It has been a strange week. Monday I had an MRI on my right shoulder. It has been killing me since I decided to give up my housekeeper and manhandle all my ceramic tile. I'd taken some anti-inflammatory meds and muscle relaxants for a month. Friday I got two cortisone injections in it. The tip of the clavicle was inflammed which was causing restriction of the rotator cuff and I had tendinitis in it. I've been told to take it easy on the shoulder for the next ten days. Of course, without any help and 2 to care for, that hasn't happened.

Tuesday night, I worried that Trent may have had a seizure in the night. Since then I've not slept well. I believe that it was more of a nightmare response when I awakened him, yet I'm still concerned.

I have no idea what Trent is talking about anymore. We were driving to Mom's this afternoon and he's talking about the dog with his brother-in-law. We haven't seen or talked to a brother-in-law. He talked about the young one this afternoon that lived over there. I don't know what type of response to give and they all make him mad. He's eating things with his fingers when he has utensils at hand. It becomes more and more confining. Today he ate the Cool Whip that I'd bought for a fruit salad. Not a big deal but I can't just go get another one until Friday most likely.

Trent is constantly following me from room to room or looking for one of the dogs. And tonight when we would have been with coaching friends, friends of ours, or our family to watch the Super Bowl, I never managed to get any make-up on all day and Trent is in bed at 8:00. He never even really sat down to get into it and yet I know he wouldn't have. He just can't follow anything on TV. Sometimes he'll watch a country music video or two.

Cortisone makes me near crazy anyway for a day or two, so this weekend was the worst and I was the weepiest. I know I've said it before but it really is like being mute. No one I'm around on the weekends remembers a thing that I say. Why should I even try?