Groundhog Day

Six days, no food.

Conversations with doctors last time saying she wouldn’t be admitted again, that the appropriate medication would be sorted.

Promises, then nothing.

So here we are, going back to ER again today.

Yesterday, though, I stayed home. Worked in the garden.

It’s not perfect, but it’s better than it was.

I got through the tasks that needed doing, and for a moment there was a real sense of accomplishment.

Holding onto that, even as everything else pulls me back.