Getting The Curmudgeon to his pain management appointment was a logistical horror show.

He was having a very bad day. So bad, in fact, that I had to convert his rollator to the transfer chair to get him in and out of his appointment.

By the time we got home he was completely unable to walk. He had to crawl up the front porch steps and inside the house. I struggled to help him, throwing out my back once again….

I had to get the neighbor’s help to get him into his chair after he’d made an attempt to go upstairs. After he fell asleep in chair for a couple of hours he was recharged enough to make it up the stairs to his bed.

I am beyond exhausted.