... and again.

Geoff fell again this morning. He got up at 02.30, went to have a pee and fell. Luckily onto the toilet rather than on the ground so I could hold him until he felt okay to stand again. Then I let him lean on me to get to bed, but I'm beginning to realise we can't go on like this. I'm not that strong, and even though he only weighs 69 kilos he is still heavier than me and sometimes a deadweight.

Thinking about the day-to-day

 Sometimes you just read a passage in which a person just gets it! Here is one (from caregiver support on Reddit): 

"And unless you’ve lived with it under your own roof, it’s hard to explain the psychological toll. There’s no true off-switch. Your body stays semi-alert all the time. Even when nothing dramatic is happening, part of your brain is still monitoring the environment, waiting for the next need, accident, confusion, or escalation. Seeing a loved one decline from a distance is not the same as having your home, sleep, routines, marriage, and nervous system reshaped around it every day."