After a weekend of mostly “altered mental status” — with unexplained causes, and after the innumerable transports of Frau Reinke to the toilet, I returned her to the comfort of her recliner. She couldn’t get comfortable. In a raspy strained voice struggling for breath, she said: “I have to get fresh air. I have to stand up.” So for the innumerable plus one time, I helped her to stand. I doing most of the lifting. “Just stand here” was her quiet words as she tightened her grip around my neck and held me close. Like one of the many slow “dances” we shared forty plus years ago. Until her legs tired out, she said “thanks”, and I placed her back in the recliner. Where she promptly was sound asleep. And, I was energized for the innumerable plus two times to come. Happy Valentine’s Day.
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