I’m on edge. In my own home. Held captive by a four legged tyrant who himself is captive.
We are tied together in our misery.
He is frustrated with his tiny environment and his slow-to-heal leg. I am overwhelmed with the never ending duty of nurse, supervisor, and caregiver.
It’s too much.
The guilt that I feel in even saying this is too much.
I can’t spend more than 4 hours away from the house during the day, and evenings are no longer my own to give away.
Like Cinderella I have a curfew, but unlike Cinderella my curfew is attached to the sun going down not the strike of midnight. Continue reading Prisoner in my own home – Kitty with a broken leg