That feeling when you wake up on Saturday morning and for just a split second ask yourself, wait–did Meg get home okay last night?–because you fell asleep before she and her friend got home from their night on the town (hubby stayed up to wait for them) and there’s a little moment of panic because maybe they didn’t make it home and dawn is peeking through the windows and you should have stayed awake and what if something happened? 111 more words
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Hubby laid down for a nap, and in his sleep dementia came sneaking in and took him away.
FLD (Frontal Lobe Dementia) steals him from me and leaves me with someone I do not know. 250 more words
…Seriously! Are you fucking kidding me? I’m half asleep, after getting up 3 times with Hubby and Whoa during the night, after being just woken up by Disorder looking for a “fresh juice”, and Syndrome tells me (yes, tells, dictates, demands – under the guise of a question): 543 more words