Couple of gut punches this week.

Tuesday night I took mom to the ER because of stroke symptoms. We returned home at 4am. Thankfully by that time the symptoms had subsided. We’ve got more labwork and imaging to do to hopefully find out what happened.

Big brother has been in the hospital again for the last week. Coincidentally, he has been getting tests done to rule out a stroke. They’re apparently also concerned about his heart, spleen, and he is still fighting off some infection. It’s all wearing on him.

I feel the need to be there for everyone but also the desire to withdraw and isolate. There’s been a lot of pouring out recently and I’m pretty empty. It’s all wearing on me too.

Super Bowl Sunday should be a fun time to gather with friends, but I want a quieter house this weekend. CrossFit class is about to start and I don’t want to walk in early and engage in conversation.

I’m thankful for a healthy routine of habits, disciplines, relationships, and responsibilities that keep me grounded during times like this. I remind myself I am not alone.