I crawl out of my nice warm bed on a very cold winter morning. As my bear feet hit the cold floor i get a cold chill go all the way up mu spine. I make my through the house to let the dogs out to potty knowing they wont stay out long.

My wonderful man is sitting in his wheelchair and not really answeing me this morning. Not thinking much of it I go on about my day. I finally ask him if he ok and he answers Yes just tired. I said why dont u go back and lay down? He says I think I will. After a while he gets back up and dont seem much better but again dont think much of it.

My day goes on and on and my mind dont stop and think anything is wrong with my man. He does strange things all day . As my day goes on it stays cold. I hate the winter because my bones hurt. The night finally arrives and time to curl up in bed.

As another arrives I start my day but there is a twist to this day. My man is worse this day. He is way out of it and is doing stuff he dont do and cant tell anything he usually can. I make a couple calls and then have to call 911. Well he ends up having to go to hospital. I know he hate that place.

Apun him getting there they find out he has covid pnminia and kidney are failing and so so much more. They admit him. He stays there two weeks then I insist on him going to rehab because I cant lift him from chair or anything and he has no strength. He dont want to go but I insist and finally he agrees to go.

When he gets there they find out way more. Now my mind is going haywire. Not even sure he will make it home. I dont wanna loose I love him. I dont want him to suffer either. I feel bad about forcing him to go and now thinking of loosing him is hurting me worse.

I must be the worse women ever. I tried doing what was best for him. Was I wrong? So many questions. Lord give me peace and underatanding.