My DH has been struggling with mobility for several years. He has been referred for physio 5 times and in each case did NONE of the exercises at home so they discharged him as politely as possible, as a useless case. He had a fall before Christmas as we were setting off on a World Cruise, which he insisted would be fine but turned out to be an absolute nightmare as he fell in the cabin in the first week and despite having done no physical damage he became frightened of falling and I spent the entire three months having to get all his meals and snacks, get him in and out of bed, dress him, toilet him and so on. We were not able to go on any shore trips and he only managed one visit to the theatre which took an hour each way to the theatre from our cabin.
He also became doubly incontinent though that is improving slightly but he still wears nappies which need changing regularly, with regular washing of him and his clothes.
He also refuses to drink enough water so is often feeling dizzy and he struggles to regulate body temperature as a result.
I basically no longer have any life of my own, being unable to leave him for more than a quick whizz to Tesco.
Several people have talked about carers visiting - yes, we had them for 3 weeks paid for by "someone" (i am dizzy with which body organises what) but we now have to pay £40 per visit (two carers to lift/supervise his exercises, for half an hour) four times a day, so £160 a day, over £1,100 a week. Of course they are not there when he needs the commode and can no longer clean himself after a bowel movement - they too are a nightmare as he often says he needs to "go", so I go through the rigmarole of getting his lower garments off, and onto the commode, only for him to say he can't do it so I dress him again and wheel him back to his seat where, ten minutes later he decided it is now urgent!
Meanwhile he sits watching the tv, not bothering with any conversation, not shaving, not wanting his hair washed (it is thick with dandruff). I try to feed him nutritious meals but he leaves the veg and refuses to drink water so that adds to his constipation problems.
Do I do it out of love? Not a chance, love died the night he moved out of our bed into the spare room, abt 40 years ago, and never came back, and it declined even more the year I had radiotherapy for oral cancer and could not eat normal food - he failed to get me ANY alternative meals, just Fortisips drinks and the occasional tin of mandarin oranges, and although the pain was bearable I was on heavy pain relief and simply not well enough to prepare my own meals.
I see over £50k disappearing this year alone for these carers to support a man who has done nothing at all to improve his body so he is getting worse and worse. And Yes, I claim AA for him for both day and night. It is around £120 a week - we are spending £160 A DAY for the carers for two hours only. Care homes in our area are upwards of £1,500 a week so our savings would soon be gone and most decent care homes would not have him if they only got the basic rate that the council will pay them for a place for him, so he would find himself in one or other of the dreadful homes I viewed a few years ago for my dear mum with dementia.
What I do for him is purely out of duty, not love, and I get no thanks for any of it.
Since returning home he fell again (not badly) but it meant he became afraid of the stairs so he now has a hospital bed in the lounge, along with a wheelchair and commode as he can't get into the loo and can't stand up to wee. He therefore wears full nappies and can barely walk. I basically do everything for him. He can't feed himself without dropping food over himself and the floor, he can't get his legs in and out of bed or stand without support, and even with a rollator cannot take more than a few steps very, very, very slowly. Again, the physio has given him exercises to do and he doesn't do them, saying he is too tired or I am nagging him. The physio is talking about installing a bed hoist if he doesn't do the exercises.
I am getting to the stage where I feel like walking away with all our spare cash and letting the authorities sort him out. Either that or taking a cricket bat to him. I am not sure that I am joking!
It's s certainly no life for me and I resent that fact that a lot of this would have not happened had he done those exercises 15 years ago.