My Monday

My Monday was typical, as steve couldn't wake me up until 10am, and then get me to understand the commands of drink water and take morning pills until 10:45am. Poor darling was terribly frustrated with me. My caregiver, Josue, showed up as usual around 12:08, and relieved steve to go upstairs to work for the afternoon. We had the normal, eternal toileting for 1.5 hours, then shower, then shave, then the painful rolling back and forth to get dressed. Then, it was 3:30pm.

The rest of the day was spent... hmm ... he cleaned up the kitchen, while I was doing ... what?... I can't remember what I was doing.

[BR, at this point gets very frustrated that he can't remember. He wants to capture the fact that he has tried to remember for 25 minutes.]