I unfortunately received some bad news regarding Bear. He now has 2 open areas on his backside. This morning, when I awoke, my anxiety was very high. I took the Vistaril tablet that I had prepared for morning, on my bedside table. Off and on, all morning I cried. I called my case manager. She said that she was going to call the nursing home, as she also has Bear as her client. I signed a release form and sent it to her, a while back in order that she and I are allowed to discuss Bear and his condition, the care that he is receiving, etcetera. All day long, I have not been myself. I am going to have to somehow snap out of it. I love Bear very much. I care about his well-being. This morning, I had planned on taking the bus up to Walmart, but I simply could not. Virginia went for me to the food pantry in the next town over. She brought groceries and personal hygiene items to me. I am truly blessed.