Well, we all have good days and bad. I understand and William does too by now. Tomorrow is another day! :happydance:

Ruth I had Ray in water therapy after the 2005 stroke. We did it for about 15 months then one day he was done with it. I tried from time to time to talk him into going but he never wanted to.

I think with him he suddenly realised that with all the effort in the world he was not getting any better. What he didn't realise was that you go backwards when you stop, in general fitness at least.

See if you can find a way of making it easier on yourself, like every second day and only have special treats after a successful therapy session.

Sue.

Ruth: I had a day like you today but it was caused by the cosmos. Only had to turn Bruce once during the night and he didn't get up until 4 am. We've had the monsoon weather here-will finally end sometime tonight, so knew we would not be able to do the pool before therapy. Also with the needle punctures in his spine, figured one more day without exposing him to other people's bacteria was a wise move. I slept until 7 am-a real treat. Woke up to Kira seizing again, forgot Bruce's travel bag and of course he had an accident, left part of his AFO at home, phones went dead. I had let Bruce slide yesterday-his trial was horrid on Wednesday, but today it was back to schedule. Like you, you want to go out you work for it. I am thinking about a break myself-maybe in next few weeks, just a day will do it. My biggest gripe is why do I always have to be the adult? We do the same things EVERY day, all the responsibilities and tasks are the same, here everything is written down as well, but I still have to say things like "no slacking off tonight. Teeth, bathroom and hand splint before bed." You are so much better at this than I am, so on-task. Nothing comes before William's recovery and yet you also work in such a high stress field. Tomorrow will be better. Take a break and think about some time off. You mentioned caregivers for William, well if you have to have them in anyway, try to fit in some Ruth time. Hugs, Debbie