Wondering about my Wanderings

Mush

I feel like mush. I can relate to the dog pulling the sled in the Iditarod. I worked four hours overnight and then did my caregiving and from there went to my regular shift. I have no idea how I have energy to write. I am learning that the energy comes from somewhere. I had a rather creepy dream. It was like the second coming and the main villain was going to blow up the world in a nuclear holocaust. It was imminent. He sees me raising my hands in praise to God high over my head and he is determined to have me change my tune. He has sparks of red fire that he fires at my bare skin. I know only to defend myself, even knowing that over time it will be a slow painful death.

It kind of reminds me of what Ray, my Alzheimer's patient is going through. Sometimes death can seem like an eternity. At what point does one let go and at what point does one hang on for dear life.