Making the best lemonade

After all the turmoil, life is settling down again. New meds have brought H's viral load down (tho' he is not undetectable and likely won't be) and he's doing better. So, I can back off of the worrying about the nursing home, at least for now.

What is very strage is that he has lots of energy and is doing projects here and there around the house, but his cognitive function doesn't seem to be improving as fast. (Geez, "cognitive function"...you think I had bee around a bunch of doctors or something.)

All of this does nothing towards getting my needs met. I've come to the conclusion that he just can't do that.

So...you make lemonade. Problem is, I never liked lemonade.