I'm back from the nursing home again. O keel breaking down in tears. I put him to bed there. I have to trust those people a little.

I'm tired and so stiff and sore. Thank Heaven for pain pills. Putting a wheelchair in and out of a car is heavy lifting. I didn't expect that not being young would hurt so much.

At night my job is to sleep. In the day I have an agenda of things to accomplish over the next week. I can't be lazy and give in to morning depression.

Thank you for hugs. Without him, I'm very alone. When he's gone I can go stay with family. But now there's not much support. Caregiving over the last 5 years didn't give me time to nurture social connections.

Just a day at a time. Hope sleep comes soon.