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I feel her pain - and her frustration. The mental fog was, by far, the worst part for me. I was constantly losing thoughts and reaching for words to complete my sentences, which DB found hysterically funny, after the fact. Then there was feeling as though every step was being taken on the first or last step of an escalator ... the floor kept moving! Tell her to stay hydrated with room-temp or warmer beverages. It doesn't sound right, but it definitely helps.
Update - Doctor sent a release note, Employer accepted it. DS went happily back to work. DD went back last weekend. That leaves just me at home - unemployed since Covid shut down the schools and wallowing in a limbo of grief. I can barely get myself up and moving every day, and I'm supposed to be job-hunting in this mess.
DD's birthday is tomorrow. She wants to go out for pizza with my mother. I'm going to have to really upset both of them, because there's no way we're going to a restaurant exactly one week after so many fools gathered for Thanksgiving get-togethers and I don't trust my home to be Covid free after we were so sick. I hate to do it to her. She's lost so much already - prom, graduation, her last year of Marching Band, both the County and State 4H Fairs and her last year as a camp counselor. Then there's my Mom - at 80, there's no guarantee she'll be around for another year. My Dad just taught us that. Any suggestions for making her day special are welcome. Maybe we'll have pizza round a campfire in the driveway!
DD = "Dear Daughter" ... as opposed to DS - "Dear Son" who is absolutely AGAINST the restaurant idea and has offered to do us up a "proper" fire. We're a family of old-school Scouts, so we have everything we need to do a proper campfire outing. And I'm thinkin' that, if we throw some s'mores into the mix, all objections will literally melt away. It looks like we have a plan!
