Just a few weeks ago it was impossible even to think about leaving him; now he seems in a much better situation with carers, a social worker and an advisor from the neurological service on board. We’ve also seen the specialist at last, who prescribed a new kind of medication that Nick says is already working.
He says, yes, go, you'll enjoy the break, I'll be fine. I think he might actually quite like the idea of a bit of peace and quiet after these weeks of my constant interventions and sisterly bossing, so it does seem like a good time to get away.
Nevertheless I am making endless lists – in case of emergency contact details and whom to give them to, notes to the carers, texts to a couple of friends who have agreed to drop by with reminders of the keysafe and phone numbers, notes to Nick, labels on food containers “Eat this by Saturday”, envelopes with change in case he gets a taxi, etcetera etcetera.