Day 276

Day 276

Moturday, February 23, 2014

Physical:
It was again a fairly “calm” day, at least for a Sunday.  DH slept (though not completely quietly) until about 11:00.   It was good to go on and get him up, and the afternoon started a little earlier than usual.  I don’t know if he slept during the afternoon or not; but he didn’t in the evening after I was home.  By 8:00 he was very ready to go to bed.

He never ate any lunch (except some chips), but ate a good bit of a hamburger concoction for supper.

People:

TGF and the boys got here before 1:00.  The boys were going to visit “another grandmother” so were ecited and ready for a change.  They had to take the 2 weeks worth of trash to the ruck first!  DH and TGF’s oldest boy stayed with DH during the afternoon.  They all left early, again, before supper.

Emotons:

DH did wake around 5:00 wanting to get up to go home.  I got him settled, and he went back to sleep.  I didn’t.  I tried to get another hour nap .. but I was too awake.  I sit there and my mind starts whirling and next thing I know I’m getting weepy again.  I think I invent issues that don’t exist; or else I get all worked up about something .. and usually, once I get past the initial emotional response, I can figure out a solution.  Anyway, when it registered I was starting to get a bit *down*, I decided to go on and get up. 

I’m still not at all liking that the CAN comes so very early, but I’m trying to deal with it.  The worst of it is that it gets DH awake and hard to get him to settle down and sleep longer.  If I get him up that early, it makes the day way too long for him.  I know it sounds like I’m being mean; but I simply cannot get him up and down multiple times a day.

The room conversion will make it easier in that I can skip getting him in and out of a wheelchair (which isn’t really very “stable”).  I’m concerned though, that he won’t know where he is.  Frequently when I take him to the living room he will say he didn’t know we were “that close” to where ever it was he thought he was in the bedroom.  I’m hoping just the act of getting him out of bed and into his chair will be enough.  Eventually it may not be, but I have to do what I can for now and deal with whatever comes next when it happens.

The CAN is here.  I guess this day has well and truly started.