That's okay, Mopey. I figured out that you were responding to post #90 above.

I can dismiss guilt readily because I've already provided a lot to him. Back in 2014 I arranged a meeting for his daughter, a VA nurse and myself. That nurse said she was surprised he hadn't already "been placed" in a nursing home. That was 5 years ago. He had been a candidate for "placement" a couple years before that, like 2012. His dementia made him unable to drive starting in 2011. So he's already gotten a gift from me of that many years of avoiding a nursing home. That's a pretty big gift that many men don't get even from their wives, who usually would be too old to do what I do. (I am 18 years younger than he is.)

I do feel sorry for him. I feel sorry for the other residents in this place whom I pass by in the hallways, as I walk to his room. He is confined to a private room because he has an infection and is on isolation protocol, so he doesn't behold the dismal sight of these poor souls scattered in the hallways. I'm okay with him being there for awhile, but I don't think I could leave him there.

So the big question is: how do I take him home eventually and not go back to what wasn't working out? I worked for a span of years in a nearby nursing home that was a good facility. It was non-profit. If it still existed, I'ld be pushing him through the door of the place for permanent placement. It's gone.

For now I have this interval of respite. I'm glad of it. But it will run out. What's next will be the big question.