I picked up my anxiety meds today, so they were no use to me last night. I luckily had a guided meditation app on my iPad so I used it a couple times and finally I was able to control my anxiety enough to go to sleep.
I was sure Dad would sleep in this morning. He went to bed at 3 am, no such luck. 7:00 am he was up bright eyed and bushy tailed. I however was stumbling around because well I did not sleep well. Add to that the fact that I don't do mornings well and I took a deep breath and started the day. I got him downstairs and gave him his meds. He had his breakfast (The same exact breakfast that ha has every morning, how?), a bottle of water, coffee, and drained the bag into the reservoir. Now I just had to figure out how to empty the reservoir.
The fun part of the day was convincing Dad that the bag and catheter were necessary. He was convinced it was an open wound on his leg. Now there was a plus side to this. I didn't have to guide him in and out of the bathroom over and over again at night. Plus I knew when I had to run errands he would sit in his chair and not have to get up. That means less times I have to help him when he gets lost in the house.
The bag was getting more full. It was fast approaching. I was going to have to empty the bag. I got a bucket and took a deep breath. I studied the locking mechanism and figured it out. The bucket was in place and I did it, I opened the latch and the waterfall was unleashed. The bag was empty and Another one of my fears were conquered. Now I know I can handle it. He as to do his part, but I think we can do it. Still February 21 is ten days away. How many more times will I have to empty it?