Fall
I wrote a blog entry about how well Amy was today, but as I was in the middle of writing it she managed to fall down and hit her head. For a little over a week she has either been too weak to get up or at least asked for help if she wanted to get up. I even stopped tying her to myself in bed at night. But tonight she somehow managed to get herself up, go to the bathroom in the dark and then she fell down, hitting her head and giving herself the biggest goose-egg I've ever seen, plus bruising her elbow and ankle somehow. It's really frustrating and part of me wants to get mad at her, but my rational side knows that she just can't remember that she can't walk on her own any more. This could be a long night, especially when the pain meds wear off.