No, I've made large type labels for him or help him put pills into a coded container. It's just that he hasn't yet figured out that if he has a "place" for everything and, if he moves it, he puts it back in that place, life will be a lot easier for him...and a lot less stressful for me.

He never put things away when he could see, but you would think it would make sense to him now that he CAN'T see.

It's been a frustrating day. And he's been "one more thing"ing me again today. (He totally wore me out with that yesterday. We went to Newick's, a seafood spot overlooking Great Bay, for his birthday $10 off -- discovering they had a wheelchair available made getting back into the car a LOT easier -- then we had to go and pick up his orthotics -- where I had to borrow the wheelchair from Seacoast Orthopedics next door and get him upstairs in the elevator and through a bunch of doors 1/2 inch wider than the wheelchair. Then when I thought we could just go home, he had another physically demanding "one more thing" for me.) And this all is after a weekend where he pretty much wore me out, kept me from sleeping, woke me at 5:30 after getting to bed around midnight, decided I needed to take him home, managed to fall on the deck requiring a 911 call for a lift assist...

I haven't had any recovery time. My stress level is high and my patience is short. I keep trying to make things easier for Tom while he seems to go out of his way to not only complicate his own life, but to make more work for me.

Anyway, I had high hopes for today. For the first time in well over a week, we didn't have to go anyplace. I really wanted to get a good start on cleaning out this room (so I can get a bed into it for Tom). Sigh. My major victory was getting all the leftovers of a large batch of fried rice I just made into the fridge AND found room for an extra large batch of chicken stock that I made this afternoon. (I'll divvy it up into 2 cup portions and freeze it tomorrow.) Oh, and I composted some fridge stuff that should have been cleaned out a few weeks ago. And I almost finished up getting Tom's freelance articles into page protectors. (I'm running out of page protectors...again.) And I got a couple things packaged up and mailed at the post office and I just put the dishes through. The stockpot and pans and strainer from making the fried rice and chicken stock will have to wait until tomorrow. As will actually taking out the kitchen compost.

I'm going to eat some dolce de leche ice cream then go upstairs to read and get in a better state of mind. I'm not yet enjoying a sense of accomplishment, alas.

Linn