I take care of my husband, who had a stroke about 2 years ago. He's pretty much bedridden, although he has a walker for trips to the bathroom (and most of the time he gets there without peeing on the floor). But, although the stroke made it so he cannot read with comprehension -- hard as he was a poetry expert -- he's pretty much compis mentis. He watches TV. I take care of his meds (he is a non-compliant diabetic and had a quad bypass, now takes xarelto among other things) and put the needle on his insulin pen, make his snacks and meals, and I handle what he used to.
I teach English full-time at our local community college. (My shrink said. "Don't you dare retire; you'll be miserable" and he's right.) Nothing is close by -- doctors are from 30 min to 2 hours away -- because we live in the north woods. So everything takes a long time to do. I leave him with his alert pendant and food in order to teach, get groceries, see my therapist and other medical people.
He won't leave the house now because he had a fall coming in the door about 9 months ago -- I think he may have been having a TIA because I could see that he couldn't lift his foot.
He won't let me wipe him after a BM, and he can't wipe himself well (lack of flexibility), so he constantly gets poop on his sheets and resists having me change them. He refuses to wear disposables and just spends his time bare- bottom, which makes the idea of getting someone in for a few hours a week seem impossible.
Sorry this is so long. I realize I have little to complain about. But I'm so tired.