I've been urged for a few years to take advantage of the "caregiver respite" programs. VA offers it, as does Medicaid. So, after getting him over 6 weeks of diarrhea, I finally decide to do the respite thing (mainly so I can thoroughly clean the apartment . . . easier with him out of it,) and you see what happened. I lift my eyes heavenward and ask: "Is this some kind of a frickin test? What am I - Job?"

I do realize that people survive far worse.

I did make a nice brunch for the both of us. I have started household chores and ordered oxygen supplies. So I'm off the starting block. That's the biggest challenge. Now I just gotta keep going. My goal is to be able to post here tonight that I got enough done to be pleased with myself. If I achieve that, then I'll get up tomorrow wanting to build on what I've started. Once I get some momentum, everything gets easier.