It’s close to noon. I’m feeling sad now. It seems to me that all I do is wait for the next meal. That’s my job. I need to weigh 100 pounds for them to disconnect me from my feed and take away tube feeding. Life in this nursing home is monotonous. I’m only happy if I eat everything on my plate.
This morning before breakfast I was feeling very sad. I thought it was because my blood sugar levels were low and caused my sadness. I was glad when breakfast came. I ate everything they served.
I prayed the Rosary. I asked God to help my Dad and me here. I trust that God is present in our midst. I submit my prayers and life to Him.
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