I'm tired. I should shower so it will wake me up.
If I am going to shower, I should exercise first so I don't have to shower twice.
If I am going to exercise, I should eat first.
If I am going to cook, I should have coffee first, so I can have energy to cook.
If I am going to make coffee, I should clean the coffeemaker.
If I am going to clean the coffeemaker, I should clean the kitchen.
So tired.
Thank you for your honest reply. That was why this thread was started.
You did good, both in caregiving and in posting.
God Bless you with peace and relaxation tonight.
BTW. Some caregivers have reported in the past that they threw away the sheets too. (Once, when it got really bad.)
While you are buying, if it's affordable, get some personal fans throughout.
They do not cool the room, but blow cooler air on you when you are in the room.
Are you signed up for Instacart? They also deliver from places like Costco, Lowes, and Home Depot. They might deliver sheets, but I doubt a T.V. They do deliver wine.
It is an expensive way to get groceries, but if you are alone in this, you may need the extra help.
$9.99/mo gets free delivery.
My husband is in his recliner in the living room, but he has slumped down, slid down, actually, so his butt is almost off the seat, and ready to fall on the floor. And for some reason, he's diagonal, almost sideways.
Meanwhile, his bedding is soaked with pee, so I am stripping and wiping down the hospital bed, toss the wet bedding in the washer, re-make the bed.
My husband has been yelling, "Help Me" over and over for the last hour. I need to get him out of the chair, but I need to make his bed first.
The TV in the bedroom died. There is No Picture. Just a blank screen. When he's in bed, he's going to freak out if there is nothing on TV. It feels like its hotter than hell in here.
Stop everything - go to the computer to order a new TV from Walmart that I can pick up in a couple hours. Go back to making the bed.
Husband still yelling for "Help!" And he has pooped - a huge, runny poop that oozes out of the diaper. Bed is made now, so I get the Hoyer in place, get him out of the chair and into bed, pre-covered with plenty of extra disposable pads.
I get suited up in my hazmat gear - gloves, a basin with warm soapy water and disposable wipes, and proceed to clean up the mess. Get him comfortable and settled, except now he's yelling out what he wants to watch on TV. I keep repeating, "There is no TV. The TV is broken." He continues to tell me to turn it on.
So, I drive down to Walmart to pick up, curbside, our new TV.
At home, while he is still upset and agitated, demanding to watch TV, I unbox and set up the new TV, which takes about an hour, and requires logging in to a computer to finish the setup. I find myself wishing my husband could help me with this.
Carry the old tv out to the curb - Thank Goodness tomorrow is a bulk trash pick up day! That worked out well!
It's been a super long and challenging day, which started with meeting a mover at 8 am, to bring a recliner from storage into my house, and remove the old, broke-down recliner. But hubby is settled and comfortable in his bed, watching TV, and I can now pour myself a glass of wine and sit down and decompress. All by myself. No support, no help, no one knows what goes on inside this house. This is just a typical day living with my disabled husband with dementia.