Poor BJ.

First, I’m incredibly high maintenance,  even on a good day, but since I’ve come home from the hospital, it’s been outrageous.  The poor baby hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep because of me needing help going potty.  I’ve been trying my best to be good, but I know it’s been hard.

Now comes the temporary wheelchair ramp project.  Right now, four months sounds like forever, but we both know we don’t want to spend the money to build a permanent structure.  It does have to be stable enough to hold us, but that’s all it has to do.  So BJ is outside in this heat, trying to engineer a ramp for me out of old used lumber.  And I’m here in the house, wondering what’s going on out there, and trying hard not to think about running water.