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This morning I had no choice but to allow my PP (personal provider) to take care of me. She made me get in the shower and she washed my hair for me and did my feet. It was hoot because I'm so modest. Had to have a sheet around me. LOL

Then we "played dolls." I had gotten my collectible dolls out of storage and had washed all their clothes. We redressed them and put them on a shelf that Jerry bought for me.

In between all that, I had two good talks with "my baby," John. (I need to stop calling him that.) He understands the situation quite well. I also wrote an email to his wife. Hopefully, things are on the mend. If there was a two-faced smilie I'd use it. One side would have a grin and the other side would be unsure.

Ya'll keep praying that things progress, ok?