This hospice situation was very different from Mom's. It shouldn't have been, but somehow everything just went wrong.
One thing went south immediately. We were back at the house at 5 p.m. to get the wheelchair and bed, etc., but no one was there. (No one was there until 9:30 p.m., but that isn't germane to the story.)
We needed a wheelchair so I could get Dave back into the bedroom and he could show me where he keeps this:
It was only about half an hour when I realized we might not have a wheelchair , but we had a chair with wheels: the xChair I bought him two Christmases ago. He was strong enough that first day to get in it and we got to the pot.
Now that he is gone I did rub the dropper on my inner lip but I felt no effects.