I'm a cockroach, you can't kill me.

At least that's my attitude generally.

M has set NCIS on a couple of seasons ago which I've seen and I know intimately. M is happy to rewatch. He falls asleep on the couch. And then M leaves. And then it's my job to watch NCIS while he wonders in and out of consciousness. But I've seen this NCIS so I read my phone at the same time but it's loud and distracting. But I can't leave the room since I need to pay attention for when he gets up because he's fragile. It takes him a few seconds to stand up carefully and then to slowly walk along and get his balance. He could die any second and it would be my fault.

I'm not built for this elder care taking thing. I'm glad my parents died when I wasn't in the room. I'm way too selfish.

On the other hand, my selfishness includes the inability to put my right foot down right now. It's too painful. I use a wheeling kneeling thing to move around. I can't stand next to him and support him. If he starts to fall he'll take me down with him.

Six more weeks.