Picked up my check, went to the bank, picked him up at his work so he could babysit me. He wakes me up EVERY HOUR and makes me drink cran-something juice and 7-up. We were able to get all of my affairs tidied up....he will be the one who stays with me through all of it, just because we are so the same. only he is not as high strung. We worked on the deep Zen breathing today and I know I can do it if he will just count for me. (When he was little, I would do that count to three thing and he would always toss his little hands up in the air and say "Don't count on me, Honey!") I guess things change.
Of the bunch of us (and remember, he is the schizophrenic/autistic one), he handles it all the best and I feel safest with him. Darling is like a caged bear. Girlie...well, she is just the Princess of Denial.