Well, he's adjusted pretty well to being at the nursing home. What helps is that he is getting some rehab, which gives him something to do. The therapy means that more people interact with him. The staff have been nice to him and to me.

I am tired now. I can sleep, knowing he's got someone checking on him. It's not all on me.

I've had a problem with Achilles tendonitis making my heel hurt after walking for any length of time. Helping him up and down and from here to there makes my heel hurt more. I did some of that when I visited him. I've done a lot of running back and forth to the hospital and, now, the nursing home. At some point, I've got to be looking after me and getting caught up on neglected things at home. I think it's time to start that.

I worry if the thermostat in his room is adjusted right and if he's got the channel he wants on the TV. It's occurring to me that there are staff there to help him, and they should be able to handle those things. And he should be able to ask for help from them, instead of just wanting me to come in and fix everything. I'm supposed to be getting a break, some rest and "catch up" time. I've brought in lots of clean clothes and other things. I'm very tired and, tomorrow, I should have time for what I need to do. I think I need to back off a bit from worrying about every little thing for him.