I came home from the hospital and brought my pneumonia home with me. They could have cared for me at the hospital but I argued with my doctor to release me since I was feeling better. He said you need least a couple more days here, I countered that he didn’t want to stay so long I would not be able to pay my bill as that would do nothing for any of us.. The doctor said you’ve come a long way but we need to knock the out of you while we’ve got you. You don’t realize how bad you were. Yes, I say, but if I have to try for a job at a Walmart Greeter I’m going to resent this whole situation. Okay he said, I’ve got to cover myself so I won’t get in a fix here but I’m going to release you. Thanks, I say. My son brought me home. The old saying we repeat so often is true blue. There is no place like home. I get home, my wife is ill, coughing her head off, spitting up some awful looking goog out of her lungs. I look awful, she feels awful. Dirty dishes on the kitchen table, dirty dishes on the cabinet top, dirty pans on the stove. I,’m feeling extreme loss of control. My blood oxygen is wavering on 63 over 144. I’ve got to sit down. Have to sit five -eight minutes before I can get up and go again or talk. My wife wants ice water and some ice if possible. She can only speak softly and I can’t hear her. Communication takes twice as long. I open up the ice bin. on the frog. Hot air blows out on me. I open the refrigerator and check our filtered water picture.. It’s hot. All food in the ice box has ruined. Sweet, Jesus, I’m thinking, I’m living in the wrong life, wrong body, or something. I run cold tap water and get the wife a cool drink. But in reality I need a plan. In the entirety of my life I was reluctant to asked for help. People have their own problems, their own lives to live. You make your bed you sleep in it with all the problems that come along with life. Their your, take care of them. I felt helpless. out of control, frustrated, maybe even little rage. I pick up the phone, Call my son. Bruce, I need help. He said I’ll be right there. I’ve got a plan. I send him to get ice, milk, half & half and eggs. We’ve got stuff in the big freezer with food and a small Ice chest to put his purchases. I suggest to him on the way to the groceries, he stop by Low’s and buy me a refrigerator.. He measured our box. What kind do you want. I suggested he pick one like we have or a little smaller one you like. I pulled up my sleeves, ran some hot dishwater and dug in. This is where I shine. I'm a professional. By the time my son returned all the dishes were washed, dried, and put away, Table and counter tops cleaned, kitchen floor sweep. I'm sitting at the table gasping for air and looking like a wet mop Later, we get hold of our VA nurse. Her boss is off. I suggested she get hold her boss , explain the problem. Let’s fix it. Shortly she gets back , says medication has been over-nighted, makes other suggestions for the wife. My son bought a refrig, be Wednesday or Thursday before it can be delivered. That’s okay. We’ve got an ice chest we’re operating out of. It sort of like your out camping but sleeping in luxury. This afternoon everything is cool and life is good. A good plan and some elbow grease will fix much. But you need a plan. I tend to panic when things go out of control.