The Curmudgeon had another bad day yesterday.

At one point I went outside hunting for help to get him up for the second time of the day and I was determined I wasn’t calling 911 again.

Just as I was about to give up Carlos pulled around the corner. He helped me get the Curmudgeon up into his rollator and over to his chair from the kitchen.

Darned shame he wasn’t around later when The Curmudgeon was down again. (Third time.) This time upstairs. Yep, my back is hurt once more.

Just when it begins to heal he throws my back out again. Every. Freaking. Time.

I am so tired of this.

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