The older gentleman I live with is having serious problems. I came home about an hour later than normal, and he was stuck in his chair. He couldn't get up by himself. I could barely lead him to the bathroom. His feet just wouldn't go.
He managed to get from the bathroom to his bedroom, which is right next to the bathroom, but when I went in a little later to give him a new medication, I found him half-naked, lying on the floor. I didn't hear him fall, so when he fell, it was probably from a sitting position on the bed.
I managed to get him dressed in pajamas and into bed.
I'm worried about him, because it feels like he's given up. Thinking about it, I think he realizes that due to his body not functioning, he's not going to be able to stay at home. He would need a full-time, professionally-trained caretaker, which I am not.
This also means that my current living situation most likely will not last much longer. Which adds a lot more stress to my life. More decisions that need to be made.
More self-recriminations for not doing better at saving and for using most of those savings to take a much-needed trip.
I have no idea what I'm going to do, or even what I'm going to need to do, and it scares me.
I tend to discover new things about myself in the books I read, the music to which I listen, and the movies and tv shows I watch. I'm going to discuss these discoveries here. I may occasionally deviate from this plan, but that's my choice, right?