February 15, 2022
Lorena
It’s so odd writing some of this out in hindsight. I want to go back in time and tell myself it’ll be over soon, so… hug Tim. Tell him you…
Tim Interrupted
February 14, 2022
February 14th. Valentine’s Day. Three and a half weeks left. This might have been the last day I didn’t have to force myself to feel even the tiniest bit of…
February 13, 2022
There wasn’t much to say about Tim on this day. I thought maybe it was one of those days where I had a different message entirely that I shared with…
February 12, 2022
This was just an OK day. I was feeling a little overwhelmed with how Tim just wasn’t getting better by leaps and bounds, in fact there was always so much…
February 11, 2022
This was a good day. An OK day. A day that didn’t completely suck. The next week, too, was about the same. It wasn’t whoo-hooo-fantastic-party, but it wasn’t as bad…
February 10, 2022
This was a good day. I took another basket of goodies to the staff on our floor, and PT/OT got Tim up and walking! I wish all the days after…
February 9, 2022
I felt better this day than I did the day before, and definitely better than the day before that. I still didn’t feel GREAT, mind you… I was tired, I…
February 8, 2022
I took a day off! I didn’t write anything to family (although I have a vague feeling that I may have talked to them on the phone that day), so…
February 7, 2022
I actually had enough time at home later this day to get some yarn dyed. Not for good reasons, though; it was actually a frustrating, back-slide kind of a day.…
February 6, 2022
Day… fifty-seven? I was both counting (how long has this been going ON?!) and not counting (this is never going to end). I wanted to know how many days it…
February 5, 2022
Here’s what I wrote that day; the first three paragraphs were what I sent to family, and then I copied that and added on the rest for Caring Bridge. Including…
February 4, 2022
This was almost a really good day up until when I left and there was a ticket on my car for parking where I was supposed to be parking. Sigh.…