It is 3:40 am and I am still awake. My heart is pounding. I can feel the blood flush in my neck and chest. My body is exhausted. My head is a whirl with thoughts of what I have to do the next day. I have to visit Mom, of course, but more than that, I have to confront her caregivers, not her aides personally, but the company that provides them. I have to advocate for my Mother.
I am exhausted. Dear brain, please slow down so I can sleep. Dear body, please fall asleep. I am of no use to anyone if I get sick.