Jalan takes care of almost all my personal hygiene. I can't safely even bathe anymore. I can still clean my own ass with gloves, baby wipes, and a dog-poop bag, but it's tiring. But she does things like bring my toothbrush and a spit cup to my chair.
She fills three 32oz cups of ice water each morning. One bedside, one chairside, and one in the fridge that Dragonlet can fetch for me during the day.
Meanwhile, I'm stuck.
That's all bad enough.
Cognition is starting to slip badly. Baseline brain fog is bad enough I got thoroughly taken by a phone scammer a couple weeks ago. All the red flags were there, and I sailed on by. Now I don't answer the phone when Jalan is out (unless it's her).