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All I wanted today was to have someone take care of me.
It’s a good thing I don’t feel that way very often, because all of the caregivers in my family have real lives. It would have been nice, this one time, to have someone bring me soup and fluff my pillow.
The day actually started out well enough. I slept late, which is always a good start, and I made myself some French toast and got to the post office and back without incident. That’s when it all started to wither away.
For the whole afternoon, I sat in the recliner and did absolutely nothing. I didn’t feel like moving, and I absolutely didn’t feel like eating anything. I got up one time to get a blanket, because I was feeling a chill. The blanket didn’t help, which was my cue to stay put and try to wait this thing out.
The last time I felt like this was five years ago, when I had a bad reaction to Vicodin after a procedure on my ear. That was worse, because I had to crawl from my bed to the bathroom over and over again for a few days. Standing up was not an option. Food? Don’t make me laugh.
Maybe it won’t be as bad this time. I ate next to nothing from about 1:00 pm on today, but when I started to feel light-headed I forced myself to eat a muffin. That helped, but not much. What would have helped was someone to take care of me, but I didn’t even ask. | 
