Well, the weekend then got even worse and to cut a long story short - no more solids for Keith (not even rice pudding) and the ambulance crew found out he had a temperature and starting a chest infection, and he needed oxygen. He has refused to go into hospital so is on oxygen at home, and Amoxillin, but the GP will have to write a prescription for stronger anti-biotics today. I don't know where this will be going, if I am honest. I really struggled over the weekend. I just felt bludgeoned.
Somehow I forced myself to clean the bottom oven of the cooker, and make some simple biscuits (heart shaped) as a thank you to my next door neighbour for changing the water filter for me. That was the last push for normality yesterday morning.
I forced myself out for the slowest walk, just half a mile or so up to the barn and back. I looked at roses that needed dead-heading. I pulled out some grass from the cobbles. I rescued a big slow worm that Pippi had found, and was trying to escape her beneath the hosepipe. I was too late for the beautiful dragonfly I found dieing on the kitchen floor. That made me so sad.
A friend had noticed the ambulance in the vicinity and asked if it came here. She offered to help in any way, bless her. I am equally grateful for my friends down in the town, who I chat to daily. One cared for her husband so knows what it's like.
Keith, bless him, doesn't realize the state I'm in - he just spelt out I was trying too hard . . . Well, not really, just carrying out the care he needs daily - pills at regular intervals, ear drops, eye drops, Atropine drops, all at specific times. Just getting him higher up the bed without Danny here is such a struggle as the slidy sheet is quite something to tussle with. Getting him in and out of bed single-handed is a challenge. Obviously, we can't get him into Respite with a chest infection.
Thanks to everyone for your kind comments. I'm not really up to replying right now. I just have to keep on keeping on.
UPDATE: GP been out and persuaded Keith that we have reached the limit with what we can do for him at home, and that in order to have the feeding PEG he has to have the chest infection sorted. An ambulance will come for him later. I feel like the worst wife in the world because I was with her on insisting this happened, but I can imagine how he feels as he really didn't want to go back in. Now I have the 100 mile trip to Hereford and back daily, but at least I can rest afterwards.