He woke up this morning a lot better, the bedroom is a total s##t. tip because of everything he wanted in it. Stained carpets where he knocked his drink over, He wanted to have a shave, I had to push him in the wheelchair from the bed to the bath-room and get all his stuff ready, then when he had finished wheel him to the stair-lift. When he got downstairs I had to get his mobility scooter so he could ride from the stair-lift to the back lounge.
I then had to go back upstairs, get the chemical toilet, nebuliser, oxygen cylinder, tablets, magazines, drinks etc. etc. and take them all back down into the room. He then wanted his dinner. The respiratory nurse came to see him and told him he had to walk to the toilet not ride everywhere. (she doesn't get shouted at).
He has just had his tea and now wants to go upstairs to bed, he refuses to walk so I have to get the mobility scooter which he will ride to the stairlift, then I will push him to the bedroom, get him in bed, check his oxygen sats for the one hundreth time, turn his laptop on, get his tablets out and ensure he has enough drinks.
With a bit of luck I won't here from him until it is time for me to go to bed (sleeping at the bottom again as there is no room at the top because of all his pillows.
When will it all end. I am stuck in day in and day out with a man that gets on my nerves 24/7.