Day 64

Thursday July 25, 2013
Physical:
There were no falls again today.  I didn't even try to get him into the recliner, because I knew there would be no one around when it was time to take him out.  I got him up in the morning, and back down for a nap; DSS was here to help  me get him up after napping.
There was some minor confusion: he didn't remember talking to DGS the night before.  But there was no "major" episode.  
Eating, however, appears to be becoming an issue.  At lunch he only ate half a pork chop, which is normally one of his favorite things.  Dinner got late - again - with various people in and out.  And because of his lack of appetite, I fixed him a pot pie.  This is normally something he likes a lot.  He*ate* most of it .. only I later discovered that a lot of what got gone off his plate actually hit the floor.  Sitting in the wheelchair makes it a bit difficult to pull any sort of surface close to him.  One time we moved the over-bed tray out.  That's a lot more complicated, but I think I'll have to go back to that anyway.  He knew he was dropping and spilling (but not how much), but he just couldn't help it.
Mental:
If there were any strange things going through his mind, he didn't express them.  The only thing was the memory loss.  Short term memory is pretty much gone, he didn't even remember talking to his beloved DGS.
Emotional:
It was a very rough day for me, and I'm not even sure why.  I guess it started with his sister coming over so early.  I had tried very hard to get house cleaning done.  It frustrates and infuriates me for people to pop in and say it doesn't matter.  It matters to ME.  And I'm really tired of my feelings not mattering.  Nevertheless, I got some things done.  I didn't get vacuuming done.  It's really hard ... DH is either sleeping or watching TV, so when do I do it???
The little girls next door are nice, and seem well behaved.  But I don't especially want them to just start coming over and spending every day here.  I don't like to hurt people's feelings, so I tend to put up with things I probably shouldn't.   And I have certainly noticed that the more tired I get, the more weepy I get.  Several days of getting up in the middle of the night for the alarm, and then waking up too early, are really taking a toll on me.  I've still not heard anything about getting a volunteer, so I'm now wondering if that's going to happen.  
The social worker is supposed to drop by on Friday, hopefully I can remember to ask her.