My 15-year crash anniversary fell on October 31st and November 1st. I didn’t have much to say that was positive, so I didn’t feel like saying much at all. Looking back six weeks, I wish I was where I was then. I’ll share more about that in my next post.
Unexpectedly, I lost both of my daytime caregivers mid-October, which always turns my life upside down. Since the pandemic, it seems like people think it’s okay to quit with no notice. This not only leaves me without someone to train a new person to help me get through my days but also means I can’t get to my physical therapy appointments during the week or do my home rehab. It also means I can’t get the basics of getting up and showering, etc. This affects both my mental and physical health. With everything I have to deal with with my spinal cord injury, the hardest thing is to find good caregivers whom I can trust and depend on. Over the years, I’ve had some really great caregivers who have become lifelong friends, but unfortunately, it seems more recently the bad has outweighed the good. I keep trying to think positively; I know the right people will come my way.
On November 13th, I had to put my dog Shadow down after 12+ years. He lived a good, long life and is already greatly missed. Every time I hear a siren go by, I wait to hear him bark incessantly. Every morning, I miss him brushing up against my bed when he hears my caregiver come through the gate. A lot of my daily routine revolved around him. It’s quiet around here now. I’m so thankful that I was able to adopt him from the SPCA and give him a good, long life. He was a great companion, very entertaining, and so good with my caregivers, other dogs, and kids. He only sometimes had issues with certain adults, sorry about that. Run free, Shadow Bruno Mars. I hope you’re with my brother, Alex, and Zim.
