I went to bed very early and slept as long as I could. Unfortunately for me, Ron found his missing digital recorder and wanted to listen to it. It makes a lot of beeping noises, very annoying.
It woke me up and I realized I had a crushing headache, one step away from a migraine. I debated lying in vs getting up and taking my Excedrin. BEEP. I got up, took my pills.
I went back to bed for a while, didn't sleep, and Biscuit was demanding his breakfast. I got up and fed them (the other 2 showed up), got a diet Mountain Dew. Talked to Ron for a little bit.
But, while I was lying in bed, I had a revelation: I am Ron's caregiver, yes. But he is also supposed to be my caregiver.
That means he should be giving me at least as much as I give him. I, also, have conditions, like the migraines, bipolar, brain damage. Sometimes, I need help too.
He has a mixed track record with that. On some occasions he has been great, quiet during a migraine. I remember one of my recent long, severe, migraines he just went around in a pair of underwear, in his wheelchair, for a week until I felt better. That meant I didn't have any clothes to wash, except the briefs. Wonderful. He also "tries" to be quiet if he knows I am sick (I didn't tell him this morning until I was already up).
Other times, he fails dismally. He isn't supportive, tries to "one up" me "I am worse", etc. At some point I will tell him this "You are my caregiver as much as I am yours" and see where that takes us.
For now, hopefully, I will get through my shower OK, after I drink another diet Dr Pepper and watch some TV.
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