I've decided to set up the respite option, whereby he goes to a nursing home for two weeks and I get off the treadmill to try and recover. I'm becoming a mess. The apartment is a topsy-turvy mess of stuff strewn everywhere. I don't even keep up with doing the dishes. Kitchen's messy right now. He sleeps 19 hours a day. Maybe he can't help that. But he's got a history of letting me make most of the effort. I'm depleted.