I want to spread out my jogging for obvious reasons. So I had planned to jog yesterday when I got home from work. It was a glorious day. I asked DH if he wanted to stay home and watch a movie or go with me but that he'd have to just stay in the field and keep walking around the grassy path and not go into the woods or down to the creek. He said he wanted to go. I said at least 6 times "stay in the fields on the grassy path. Just keep going around the field and I'll lap you". I took off and came around the other end of the field. The grass is really tall so it's not easy to see someone else out there until you get to the top of the hill.
When I got there, there was not a trace of him! He left the field. Then I really RAN! I ran down to the end of the path where it opens up along the creek screaming his name. I didn't see him. I spun around and ran up the side of the hill towards the cabin screaming his name again.
My phone rang. It was his son!!!! Just as I see his name on my screen I look up and finally see DH coming down the hill. I was breathing hard and shaking all over but answered the phone and kept walking to get to DH. Handed off the phone after talking to Jr for a bit. When they were done and Jr hung up... melt down time. DH kept saying "it's no big deal". He just doesn't get it. It was my fault for thinking he would stay in the field.
The melt down came from the terror of thinking he would continue to walk along the wooded path that he is not at all familiar with and go down a deer trail. Who is going to find him to read his medic alert bracelet and call me in the deep woods? And so much for jogging for stress relief. What happened yesterday was so the opposite of stress relief.
I feel trapped. I feel desperate. I feel crushed with this responsibility of taking care of him as he declines further. I feel like I can't do anything for me.
I called my sister. Her DH answered and I asked if we could come over.
When we got there I told her what happened and how I was feeling and I asked her if they could watch him for just 1-1 1/2 hours one night a week so I could jog. She said they would. They've really been the only source of support for ME.
Sorry (again) for the blathering. But as usual, it feels better just to write it down and get it out.