B's not feeling well again. I hate it for him because when he's feeling awful there's not a lot I can do to relieve it.
It all just serves to remind me that he's disabled and his physiology is quite different than an able bodied person. The muscles in his body are slack and weak and don't respond like they should. He's going to age faster than if he were able bodied and while most of the time I don't dwell on it, I still think of it and it makes me sad.
I try not to think too far ahead and borrow trouble but I know that reality is going to begin snapping at our heels one day.
Tomorrow will be better.