Last evening around 6 pm, I saw a box truck pull up next door. Being a bit nosey, I watched this fellow trying to unload something really big, but I couldn't make out what it was, so I had to go see for myself. It was a hospital bed. Why would they send out one man to deliver such a huge thing by himself. I asked him if I could give him a hand and he said I better not because if I get hurt, the company would fire him.
I watched this poor guy struggle with this bed and finally, I just jumped in and helped get it out of the truck. After that, he was able to roll it to the door, then he had to lift it through the doorway and set it up. He really had to struggle with it, but he got it done and I told him he did a great job. The neighbor man is really weak now. We had to help him off the sofa and onto the hospital bed, which he should have had at least a week ago. My opinion is he has only days left, but I'm no doctor, so I am probably mistaken, but when you can't even lift yourself out of bed, that's bad. He can't even walk to the bathroom.
I feel bad for the both of them. This is terrible to watch. I know I don't have to, but she is all but alone. She gets a visitor now and then, but I think she is tired of them also. When I see her go out for the mail, I will also go out and talk about anything except her husband. He won't even eat now. After we had him settled into the new bed, she tried giving him applesauce and he refused it. I tried talking to him to no avail. He dreams a lot, but I blame that on the drugs.