Well, Alan is very slowly coming back. This was some flu. It's all over Brooklyn. He is in bed but gets up to eat. I am giving him gatorade and water and food (with protein). I move his arms and legs. He is SO exhausted.

My visiting nurse came to evaluate ME yesterday. I asked her to please check his vitals. She was kind enough to do so. Everything was fine. He is just so tired from the flu. She said to keep doing what I'm doing. So does Dr. Fred.

So I shall continue. No one to take care of me. His family doesn't want to be bothered. They actually told him this. I had asked them (while I was in the nursing home) to please go up to check on him (because I hadn't heard from him) and didn't know what to think.). He has cousins who don't live far away so all they had to do was come to my facility, pick up the house key, go up to my place and holler out "Alan, it's your cousins, Melody sent us to check on you, just to make sure". But his sister refused to call the family. She said "I'll pay for a cleaning service". I had told her I didn't want a cleaning service, I just wanted his family to go check on him". She refused.

She actually spoke to him the next day and told him as much. She couldn't care less. She said so. So that relationship is over.

Oh well.

All on me and thank god I have the friends I have. They helped me get rid of 10 black garbage bags. They were up here last night. I have better friends than family. How sad is that?

Melody