Exasperation

I’m exasperated. I’m now waiting for dinner. I don’t know what I ordered. But I’m feeling useless here. My job is to eat food and get weighed every week. Other than that I am not working. I wish I could work on a story that I started last year. But the trips to the hospital and rehab and nursing have stalled the process. I’m praying to God to help me get out of here and live in a house with my Dad. I’ll take care of him, cook meals and do the laundry. But this wish is still unanswered.