I am so NOT used to taking care of someone else! Nancy's upset and, I usual I don't have a clue. I'm trying to use the humor, but it's hard to stay upbeat when everything I do or say gets a glare and a grunt. I'm not sure she's even watching Food Network but I don't want to say anything. I guess I could ask, but it's not that big a deal and I'm trying to pick my battles.

On a different note, I'm surprising myself by how I'm handling things. My inclination is to sulk or reply anger with anger, but I've beat down the urge. Okay, I'm not always happy about it (quite resentful sometimes, actually), but I bite my tongue and smile.

Also this weather is murder on my hip and back. I wanted to go to the Christmas party at Moore-Few, but I wasn't sure I could do it without my chair and that made me feel:
A) grumpier
B) depressed
C) guilty for letting down the patients and not spending time with Dad
The pain also brings along intrusive thoughts, and that's not good either. Thank God for the flow chart. As long as I can force myself to take a beat and visualize the chart, I can fight back the worst of the emotions and sensations.