Its hard to be funny when you have the dry heaves. It is hard to even be anything other than sick when you have the dry heaves. Yesterday at work the tables were turned instead of me being the staff I was the client. My clients became my staff comforting me. Clients that seem at times like small children became supervisors and ran to grab towels and held on to my hair as the smell from cooking dinner threw me into a dry heaves fit that became full blown vomit.

I can not tell you the comfort I felt as a little old down syndrome lady told me "Your going to be fine honey." as she draped her throw cover over my lap. Her and her roommate finished dinner and dotted over me like two little mother hens.

These are two women that need assistance with most daily living skills and here they are coming to my rescue. Two women I have had to toilet, shower and groom daily were holding my hand and asking me if I have to go to the bathroom and if I want some crackers.

I love those ladies. I have known I love them for sometime, but last night re affirmed my love and respect for them. They seemed bigger than life last night and the role of caregiver gave them a new breath of life.