Notes from caregiving

Most of caregiving isn’t the dramatic part. It’s the logistics: who’s covering Tuesday, which medication changed, what the doctor actually said, whether anyone told the sibling three states away. It runs on memory and a group chat, and both fail at the worst possible time.

I lived inside that problem long enough to stop seeing it as a personal failing and start seeing it as a missing system. The load isn’t the caring — that part you’d do forever. The load is the coordination tax on top of it, and it falls hardest on whoever happens to be most organized.

That’s the short version of why Foveia exists. These notes are the longer version — what the work actually feels like from the inside.

(Starter draft — replace with the full published version and add the canonical link to the original.)