Making Plans

It occurred to me today that Mac was raising all kinds of obstacles to his successful Wi trip in his head. These obstacles became so big to him that they stressed him into a breakdown. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to park in handicap parking. He was afraid of the stairs up to our bedroom. He was overwhelmed about packing things into the truck to take out there, (things that he was insisting we had to take). He was just getting more and more freaked about the whole thing. His physical problems turn into mental problems and then those mental things turn into worse physical things. It is a very nasty cycle.
I'm on to him now. I am not going to take him to AA to stay at Karen's house because she has a half flight of stairs. We are going to hit the road to Florida and stay in motels along the way (handicapped rooms on the first floor) and we will take as many nights as it takes. He really wants to get down there and get to see our doctor down there as the one up here seems useless for his more complicated conditions.
Also I am making him cut up his food and eat little bites at a time and wash it down with water and I try to make sauces for everything and soups. He can't swallow properly either. You wonder what will go next?? It is very frightening to him and hard on me too. Going down hill like this is worse than just going.