Well, when I put Kim to bed last night and hooked up her feed via the IV machine into her feeding tube, I failed to remove the cap off the feed line. Hospice is now providing me with this machine, and while it is 1/4 the size of her prior machine and 1/4 the noise, it apparently doesn't detect that the feed line was closed. Whereas her old machine would have been beeping like crazy. So this morning when I went to get my darling out of bed, to my surprise her bed was pretty much soaked with the liquid feed. What a mess. And since the poor thing isn't able to communicate or even wave her arms, she had to lay in that all night long. I felt so bad. But I managed to get her into the shower for a good cleaning. It also gave me an opportunity to wash her hair thoroughly. As a former hair stylist, Kim always loved to have her hair looking nice. I try my best, but have never figured out those curling irons. Before she got pretty bad off with PSP, she did teach me how to color her hair. So every six to eight weeks I color her hair. (She'd probably kill me for telling everyone this. Two things I was always told to never discuss about a woman: their weight and coloring of their hair). She now weighs 125 pounds. Guess I'll never learn.
Merry Christmas folks! Wishing you many blessings. And for today's Christmas special, I'm doubling up on the hugs!