No winery and no nurse. Well, I'm the nurse. He's currently confined to a wheelchair. If he was confined to a hospital bed, my back would be so appreciative! Then I wouldn't have to lift him in and out to the toilet. Fix his feet every five minutes because he refuses to use equipment properly and rearrange his pants because he refuses to sit down normally, he plops. Is it any wonder he busted his wheelchair arm and we're now waiting for the replacement for that? Feel free to send me some origami teddy bears. I am now working from home indefinitely and I fear there may be a dead body when all is said and done! You also have no idea how happy it makes me to not have to be the one to deal with my MIL. She has dementia. DH and her talking on the phone is like Groundhog Day, I swear to God! Neither of them ever remembers what they just said to each other 2 minutes ago!