That day on the 11th, I think, I felt so good. I really had turned a corner. Then I sunk back. I can't even trace how. I should keep a journal. I got to feeling good again, then sunk again. I was up at 4 a.m. today tending to him. It's been a long day. I over-react to things. He can just look sideways at me, and I give him a lecture on how he's demoralizing me. I gotta let some stuff slide.

Last night I got all upset over him having the attendant give him sweets and no decent meal. So he got cursing.

The VA nurse came today. I told her we've been fussing at each other and that it's getting me down. She was nice.

I only had three hours sleep last night. Then I get so keyed up, I can't sleep. I have to try and maintain some composure.