Drank Butternut squash soup again. Feeling pretty good. Feeling some twinges of jaw pain returning. Not going to panic. Tom is on the way to pick up my refill. Brian is here and somehow enjoys preparing the warm, damp facial cloths I put around my lower face. He seems to have mastered that, and so he has confidence. Lots of the turmoil seems to have been because of his lack of confidence in doing some of these things. Where as Tom is adaptable and quick, Brian struggles with analysis paralysis which makes him seem slow. It still doesn't justify his hateful words and outright neglect.
I am trying to keep peace with him today, and for the most part, things have gone well.