Last night, as my Mom was helping me into bed, she let me know that I am very high maintenance! I started laughing and corrected her, “I am high standards!”
My Mom has to do A LOT to get me situated into bed and I completely understand that at this point, I am DEFINITELY high maintenance because she has to elevate my feet because of my pressure sores that will never go away, I mean that the skin will always be compromised for the rest of my life, I but I used to tell people in my youth that I was, “high standards”
As she was leaving my room after she massaged my feet with the massage gun that my brother got me because I don’t sleep with my compression socks on, I called out to her, “AND I am only getting MORE sensitive!!!
Because I am! This weather is completely killing me!!!