I could always do some other kind of caregiving
But I washed it really well this morning so I should be fine.
Ron got up shortly after I did. Then I had all the fun (not!) of telling him all-you-did-last-night. He didn't hurt himself physically, but he did scrape his right shoulder. He fell down on his right shoulder and kind of stayed on his side for a while.
I told him I didn't appreciate being called a gold-digger and he apologized. I took my shower. I tried to get him to take a bath, after a blackout I figured he could use one, but he refused and opted for a sponge bath instead.
I told him he needs to change all (!) his clothes. He is.
We're about to go to work. That should keep us busy for a while. When we get back home, I'm going to encourage him to finish the accounting work on the monthly report.
I had a dream basically revolving around my accounting times in college. You may or may not know I majored in accounting, with my illness, undiagnosed. I carried a 3.2 grade point average. I was pretty pleased with that.
Especially considering I was undiagnosed and unmedicated. Like one of my teachers said "We've got 80 of you on the first day. We'll be lucky to have 20 on the last day." I was one of the 20.
Anyway, it kind of revolved around am-I-too-stupid-now to do accounting? I know my writing suffers at times, at this level of medication.
I think it goes back to fears about supporting myself if something happened to Ron. It's a valid fear, but I have to trust in God for that.
I could always do some other kind of caregiving.