Restless

Last night was tough.  I was up 3 times during the night and it took me a while to get back to sleep.  I just sit up and worry. I try to be a quiet as I can when I get up so I do not disturb George.  He needs his rest, he is such a good man. I can not quiet my mind.  I keep thinking and thinking about this oxygen, medication, the doctors and various and sundry things.   My son came over last night and my little grandson that is 19 months was dancing around doing the Irish jig.  I was sitting there clapping while he danced.  When he was finished he looked to the floor and picked up my air hose and handed it to me.  That made me feel down too.   I have to figure a way to get my mind on other thoughts.  I probably need a shrink or something.