The last two days The Curmudgeon has had a bad time of it. Which means he’s been sitting in his chair more and I’ve been getting less sleep.

At least yesterday, unlike the day before, he didn’t wake me with a panic call that jolted me out of bed in an adrenalin rush that later made me sluggish and gave me a hell of a headache.

His walking is crap again. He’s doing more falling and is being a stubborn sod about using his walker. He won’t unless he’s already fallen down. (Sigh)

He had a blood test yesterday, keep your fingers crossed that his lymphocyte numbers went down.

You all have a good one.

Lucy is waiting for some warm, sunny days to get here so she can go for walks in the park.