Tom is calling his cardiologist's office today -- if he hadn't suggested it, I would have.

On Wednesday they made an adjustment to the defibrillator to extend the battery until they renew it in March (WHY, exactly, do they keep postponing this?!?) -- but that means HIS energy level is about as low as it can be without actually stopping his breathing and heartbeat.

It took him over a half an hour to force (and I do mean force) himself out of bed. Walking up or down the stairs requires sitting down for a few minutes to recover. Daily wood schlepping (I try to do as much as I can) is a major project, with each trip needing to be broken into stages with rest in between. Every physical expenditure has to be planned and executed by sheer determination.

Needless to say, my stress level and worry is through the roof. I'm concerned about his safety when I'm at work.

Hope they've got a fix for this -- and SOON! (He just talked to his cardiologist's nurse -- one of them will be back to him within the hour.)

The good news, though, is Tom's SADD and/or depression seems to have taken a vacation. Other than concerns about being physically non-functional, he's in a good state of mind.

Linn