Racing Heart, Aching Head

So things have sorta been blech since Saturday. I told you I was feeling crappy but I didn't tell you why.

Basically to cut it short, Dad told us to rake the leaves and we weren't doing it the way he wanted us to. So he screamed obscenities at us out of the window for about three hours.

Interesting I know.

Tonight his blood sugar was unusually high (186) compared to what he ate (nothing since lunch).

He's more disorientated and I just... I'm afraid. Worried. If something goes wrong while I'm here and I screw up, I'd never forgive myself. My heart is racing and my head hurts and so does my stomach. I'm in pain. A great deal of pain.