Careful what you wish for

Last night, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by Gary shouting "the door is open" to the man he saw outside his window.  I asked him how the man was looking inside a 2nd story window and he said, "I guess he's standing on a box.  Probably from Amazon."

I guess that's a reasonable assumption.  Since he can't be left alone, I    can't really leave the house so we have groceries delivered and everything else we get from Amazon.  And since he hasn't been able to stay home alone in a very long time, there have been a lot of Amazon boxes at our house.  A lot.

I'm not a very social person so I always thought it would be a dream to never have to leave the house.  I guess this is from whence the expression "Careful what you wish for" originated.

In the last 11 months, save for medical appointments, I have left the house 6 times.  Six.  In 11 months.  Once for a wonderful day trip to NYC to catch a show, twice to go into the office, twice to go to pharmacy and once to the DMV to get my license renewed.  Oh wait, 7.  I also went to the preliminary hearing for the state police officer who slept with and subsequently interfered with the investigation of the caregiver who stole from us (but that's another story for another time).  So 7 times in nearly a year.  It is suffocating.  Today, a friend is coming to stay with him so I can get a flu shot and it's almost embarrasing how much I'm looking forward to it.  After 11 exhausting, isolated months, I'm starting to view Jack from The Shining as a sympathetic character.  I get you, Jack.

If there is an upside to Lewy Body, it's that Gary frequently imagines he's travelling - visiting family and friends and travelling to far away places.  Even if it's just in his mind, the world is opening up for him while the walls are closing in on me.