He presumably still has his brokerage investments–I think it was just his business and personal bank accts at one bank. I hope. I told him to call his broker (whom he normally speaks to quarterly). I don’t think his assistant ever had anything to do with those accts. So hopefully far from broke enough to get assistance. I would go over and help him make the calls he needs to make, but I’m pretty maxed out on stress and exhaustion and don’t want to keep the hubster at his apartment for long. So I called elder bro to see if he could come down and help. That’s how I learned he’s in the midst of getting a “heart conductivity”(?) problem diagnosed. He’s unwilling to interrupt that process, although he’s planning to come down later in spring, his health permitting.
I know bro isn’t my legal responsibility, but he is my brother. When I first moved here, he took me out to lunch something like twice a month, and usually paid for both of us. He also took our parents out for Sunday brunch every week from the time they moved down here until Mom broke her hip. Something like 25 years.
It would be hard for him to live here for the same reason it was hard for my mother after she broke her hip. Guest bath cannot be enetered with a wheel chair or even a walker. Narrow door. I also don’t know if he can step into the master shower even with its grab bars. His feet aren’t all that functional (peripheral neuropathy–one is pretty much totally numb).
I also won;t allow him to watch loud tv all day–drove me craazy when my mother did. I mostly read when I’m not doing housework, caregiving, or playing online games and listening to music. Loud news tv/movies all day…nyet. He also sleeps very late and stays up very late. Not compatible with us. And once I go to bed, I can’t stop him from raiding the fridge and pantry, which he does at his apartment, driving his aide crazy since she shops for him, lays in supplies, and he eats them up too fast. It’s how he medicates depression/anxiety, I’m sure.
DH woke up at 11:30pm to pee (I fell asleep during the SOTU speech-). He fidgeted for an hour after and finally peed again around 12:30am and went right to sleep. I think I got back to sleep ~1. Part of the fidgeting was removing the pillowcase from one of his pillows and putting his feet in and walking in it. Gotta give him his props–I would’ve fallen over, but he didn’t(!).
I was awakened at 4am by the sound of pee hitting the floor. He peed a huge puddle right next to his side of the bed. I jumnped up so fast, I didn;t put on my glasses and didn;t notice the extent of the pee, slipped in it and fell on my right knee and elbow. Elbow still hurts a little, especially when I bend/unbend it, knee hurts a bit more. Swelling is gone, but…grrr. This is the way in which the hubster is “dangerous,” not with violence.
Cleaning ladies are due any minute (they’re usually late coz I’m not first on their schedule–I don;t wish to cope with having to leave my house at 8am for 2 hours)…sometimes an hour or 2 late… I’m planning on taking DH to the barber for a hair wash, haircut & shave, if we can manage it. He let me wash him up this morning. Despite changing his Depends at 4am–when he convenietnly took off his jeans–it had a little pee in it at 9am so I changed it again. And washed his bum as he pooped this morning and uses like 2 squares of tp to wipe (??).
For some reason his constipation is much better. I’m not even giving him colace or probiotics any more. But back on our usual high-fiber diet and w/pulpy oj and prune juice for him. And no more supplement pills (maybe something among them was constipating?). And back to drinking daily teas, most of which are good for digestion, even plain green and back tea.
He spat out his gummy vites this morning. I’d save a little money not buying them…
