Monday morning

I slept pretty well but had odd dreams.  Biscuit was also hogging the bed.  Ron has offered to buy me a larger bed but I don't think it would solve the problem. 

I got up, got dressed, drank a lemonade.  Everything I drink is sugar free with very rare exceptions.  Ron got up.  He was very confused talking about our trips for tomorrow.  I found that profoundly disturbing at first but then figured he had just taken a pain pill.  It made me feel better, at any rate.  I helped orient him to the trips we needed. 

A ride to work
A ride to the doctor
We already had a ride home. 

It took a lot of explaining and used up most of my patience, but he called and made the ride to the doctor.  I just spied on his trips, yeah, they are OK. 

When I found myself nearing my breaking point (especially as he started in with the vodka) I went out in the garage.  I wanted to shift my arrangement.  I basically had everything facing south, I shifted it so it faced west. 

It involved moving virtually all my weights, kettlebells, barbells, and weight plates in two sizes, taking a heavy weight plate off my "leg machine", etc.  Then I had to push it into proper position.  I got that.  Then I placed it correctly and then put everything back. 

I moved my olympic (big hole) plate tree and put all my plates on it.  I have plenty for a while.  I organized all my standard plates (more used) and I have plenty.  I am leaning strongly towards getting those "make your own dumbbell" kits where you put the plates on a handle yourself.  And I swept.  It all looks very tidy now but the weight equipment does take up a large amount of room.  I am going to have to get racks and "rack" my other stuff before I have room for ANYTHING. 

I wished I had worn a headband, I lost one of my headbands but I found the ones I like on Amazon, I will likely be buying more today.  I was dripping with sweat. 

I took the floor fan and set it up, plugged it in.  That was nice and refreshing.  I pulled my shirt up so I got a good draft!  [grin]

I went back in the house.  Ron was pretty soaked (drunk).  I later found rice all over the floor so he got into his Chinese food while I was outside.  I coaxed him into going back to bed.  He did a pretty good job of getting into bed but I helped him anyway. 

He told me yesterday he had trouble getting off the toilet (If I had to choose, I would rather difficulty getting off, than on), he couldn't push himself up.  I told him we have a toilet safety frame out in the garage (we do) and I could set it up in minutes.  He said he didn't want that.  He tried to get up from his wheelchair and did OK,said he was 'fine now"

I need to get him on some sort of program so he can keep what he has, at least.  I can only help him so much.  And, as I typed that, he yelled for me. 

I went back and he was mumbling gibberish.  I managed to figure out he wanted something to eat, so I heated up some leftover Chinese food for him.  He is eating it with great relish right now. 

I need to take a shower after all my activity this morning so I will do that, but I'll check on him before I go.  I also fed Biscuit lunch.  He was very cute, but he only started begging when I went near his bowl.  Just in case I hadn't figured out he was hungry.  He is gobbling away right now. 

I have to figure God will give me the strength to take care of Ron, and let me know when it is time to place him.  Of course I wouldn't abandon him once placed, I would make sure it was on a bus line and visit. 

And I have to go back to the question: would I really rather have him more logical and in severe pain?  No, of course not.  If the pain pills make him confused I can live with that.  I just hate to see it, it scares the crap out of me.  No other way to put it. 

So I got him to bed, then I did 30 minutes on the exercise bike.  I like to do some cardio on days I don't train with weights.  I won't be doing much at all tomorrow, running around all day. 

Now I just need to take my shower, dry off, and take a nap.  I will be very busy tomorrow.