Like any person, I say the wrong things. I do the wrong things. I fall down. J-Mom is always there to pick me up. Whether she realizes it or not, she is. When I fly off at the handle, she doesn't put up with me, but when I am truly down, she's as supportive as I need. Sometimes more supportive than I realize.
I didn't take as good care of my back after getting the spinal block as I should have. The next couple of days were really tough. J-Mom pretty much forced me to stay down since Friday. I got out some yesterday and I've been up more today and that's only because I was on my butt the days before.
Sometimes I fall down. Sometimes I need a lot of help getting up. I'm glad I've got the help I need.