My Life in Argentina and Beyond

It gets so complicated! It gets to be so difficult. Just when I need a solution, it seems that the solution is way out of my reach. And I am worried about my falls. I can pretend and lie to myself for a while, but the falls—they tell the truth.

Saturday, March 14, 2009: My tiredness is so bad that I could cut it with a knife. I know that it has been cutting me in half and more than half. So so hard to stand it.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009: I never used to worry about my health, much less talk about it, but things have changed dramatically. Ever since the two attacks on my lower back late last year and about 3 weeks ago, all I do is think about my back. Will I lose mobility? Will I not be able to walk? Am I going to have to depend on others? I hope not, because others are si undependable, even if they mean well. What will happen to my darling Lauchita? She's my little furry friend and we sleep together. This morning I had a hard time bending down to get her food bowl and change her water.