What happens if I can't care for my son?
I had an experience Sunday that shook me up a bit.
I had excruciating pain in my lower right quadrant. Excruciating in that it woke me from a deep sleep at 3:30am. Excruciating in that I couldn't stand, breathe, or move without screaming. I couldn't change my son's diaper without tears welling up in my eyes.
Ten hours in the emergency room gave me a diagnosis. Two days of excruciating pain had me thinking. What the heck would happen to my son if I weren't able to care for him?
I did what I had to do during my ordeal. I cared for him. I dosed up with Advil to take the edge off, but I carried on. I have a prescription for much much better pain relief, but I can't take the good stuff and do what I have to do.
What would happen if I suddenly became incapacitated?
I don't have a plan in place. I need a plan. A PLAN. Plans A-Z with sub-plans 1-10.