He's at the nursing home now. I cried walking out of there. So hard to leave him there. But he's been very good about it and wants me to have time to do what I need to catch up on. His frailty is extreme. I have to sort out this apartment and get him back here with me. I don't think we have a lot more time together.

These chain owned nursing homes that get most of their revenue from Medicaid are crappy, especially in poorer states. They have "short stay" units for patients coming in for rehab under Medicare. Medicare pays a lot more. Those units are passably okay. The halls with the Medicaid beds are deplorable. Stinky, smelling of urine. If they can keep where the Medicare beds are smelling okay, I don't know why the Medicaid halls have to stink so bad. I had been told he would be on a short stay unit. But they ushered us into a stinky, cramped room on a long term stay hall. (Bait and Switch tactic.) I protested and got him placed over in short stay where it's not awful.

I have to get a lot accomplished. There is a price to pay for all those depressed days when I wasted tons of precious time neglecting what I should have been keeping up with. I hope I learn from this.

Thank you for the supportive posts above. I don't feel utterly alone.