I feel like a factory worker.
9:15 AM, I give Mom her first morning to wake up.
9:30, drag her out of bed against her will.
Place her in her wheelchair, roll her to the bathroom, picker her up, put her on the toilet, wipe, dress, put back in wheelchair.
Roll her into dining room, spoon feed pills and breakfast.
Roll her into living room and park her in front of TV (sometimes lifter her and place her in her recliner - if I am up to it)
Wash bedding (inevitably soaked), make bed.
Roll her to two scheduled bathroom breaks, feed lunch, bathroom breaks, dinner, pills, bathroom, change into night clothes, place her in bed at 9:PM
Repeat next day. No words spoken anymore. I am not even bothering to speak to her most of the time. It is all mechanical. Once in a while I will wonder what she is thinking about all day - or if she is capable of thinking.
There is no caring anymore just wondering how much longer I will punch this clock.