Ground Hog's Day

I understand Bill Murray's frustration in the movie. Everyday waking up to the same shit and no matter what you do- the outcome is the same. Jason pulled out his G tube (stomach Peg) 3 times yesterday. That's a lot of trauma to that area. The aides are afraid of him, so they back away instead of going in. They think they are doing him a favor by leaving the gloves off -but they aren't. He pulled it out again this morning. 5 times in 2 days.

As we peel away more and more meds we see a more raw side of Jason. One ravaged by diseased psyche. It's not his fault. Thank you God it isn't permanent. But it is the right now. It is what is going to happen until we get to the part where something different happens. Where his brain is filtered of enough of the garbage that he can think clear and process.

Until then I need to get past this part in the mourning process. I have to get past frustration and feeling overwhelmed and upset and sorry and I have to accept that this is life as I know it.

This is my Groundhog's Day. I can only wince at what it must be like for Jason.