small world

Before John got sick, we would beebop to J'ville to the discount Christian bookstore, Daytona, the beach.  When he got sick, Daytona was as far as we went--6 hours--and Cumberland Island @ 4 hours, for our honeymoon.  We'd go to Monticello, he'd come to Havana.  Then it was only Havana to Tally, and eventually, staying home but walking the neighborhood.  Yard, down to driveway, inside only, and mostly the livingroom and bedroom.  I know it will one day whittle down to only the bedroom.  our world is shrinking

The last few nights, John has kicked, jumped, marched, wiggled, moaned, and not slept well.  It's been hard to tell if he's doing this in his sleep, too, or if he's awake when it happens.  He said he slept well last night, but he moved the whole time.  I didn't sleep well because every time he moves, I wake up.  On the way to the dining room this morning, John got mad at his walker.  He was grumpy and still tired from the restless night.  At one point, he banged his walker on the floor several times.  I told him not to do that.  He could be mad but don't do that.  He later appologized for it.  We BOTH took a nap after b'fast!  He sat with me in the living room off and on all day.  Mama came over and we watched a movie. 

Daddy sent over some big boards to put under the cushion of the couch where John has wallowed out his side.  He loves the addition.  Gives him more support when trying to get up. 

I got an invitation to my class' Valentine party Monday.  Sent back a favorable reply. 

John watching the Superbowl.  He uses a patch sometimes because he ends up closing his right eye to use his left.  Must be some kind of distraction in the right eye.  Propped up in bed, diet coke in hand.  We enjoyed the commercials especially.