Day 96

(Tuesday and) Wednesday August 28 2013
Physical:
Tuesday was a relatively quiet day, no major "mishaps".  He did stay in bed until after 1:00 - apparently having a bit of depression since he said he saw no reason to get up.  I did finally insist, and he seemed OK, just a small bit of the usual confusion.
Wednesday was clinic, and that's always a very hard day.  I sat in the room with him instead of the lobby, and he had a hard time sitting still long enough for the IV the nurse was determined to give him.  Getting him in the car at clinic was really hard ... it felt like trying to move a 200 pound sack of wet cement.  He didn't seem to be able to move arms, legs, anything.  It almost felt like he was fighting us - would grab hold of the door or something and refuse to let go.
Surprisngly, I did get him out again at home without him landing on the ground.  
He slept until around 6:30, then deided it was time to get up; but by 8:00 he was ready to get back in bed.  I left the TV on a program he was watching - but could hear him snoring!
He didn't sleep well though (or at least thinks he didn't, and sometimes it's hard to tell the difference).  Around 2 AM he was thrashing around, so I went to check .. found he had thrown off all the covers and pulled his pull-ups off because they were wet.  So, I put clean ones on him and got him settled.  He was clearly disoriented again though.  He thought I was mama again.  He was "concerned" about having 2 houses.  Even after I tried to explain to him where he was - he asked "isn't this Glascock street?".
People:
No one came here, (except my friend on Tuesday afternoon).  He had to see the doctor at the clinic, but at least it was the nice one (one of them is very abrupt and not especially friendly).  And of course, there was the nurse, and the social worker who always checks on us and chats with me if she has time.
Emotions:
I alternate between crying spells and too tired to feel much of anything!  I feel alone because my main contact with friends and family is on the computer ... and I get very few emails, calls, anything. DSS does call nearly every day, and it's nice that he actually talks to me ... about his shop, about things at home, about his boys, as well as talking about DH.  . I know I'm being a bit perverse, but I do not want the neighbor coming over and thinking she's keeping me from being alone.  No matter how nice or well-meaning she is, I don't know her; she's NOT family; and I can't even talk to her without a child translating.Occasional visits are fine, as long as she doesn't get pushy about "helping".