No rest for Daddy

Daddy

Moving, shifting, scratching, up out of the bed , then back down in the bed. Moving, shifting, scratching, up out of the bed, then back down in the bed…..This repeats over and over more times then I can even began or care to count. Me

"Stay in the bed, don't mess with that, leave the bandage alone, don't pick at that, please don't touch that the doctor wants it to stay there......stay in the bed, don't mess with that, leave the bandage alone, don't pick at that, please don't touch that the doctor wants it there....." *deep breath, many deep breaths Daddy

Constant fidgeting, restless, confused, words are pieced together, tortured, overwhelming anger.....he is a prisoner in his own body, tortured by this horrible disease. I don't know why I'm here, why am I here? It's time to go, I need to go, I'm going. I am going.....let me go. I don’t know why I’m here, why am I here? It's time to go, I need to go, I'm going. I am going.....let me go.

Me The seconds turn into minutes the minutes into hours. We've been in the ER for over 7 hours now.....waiting. Time is standing still, how long will he suffer, when will he rest, truly rest, when will Daddy go home, his forever home? Rest Daddy rest.