The others were discussing how to rearrange his bedroom when the medical equipment guy got there. I moved Dad's chair to a spare room and had them set the bed up in the living room, where his chair had been. I figured it was his chosen place in his own house, that was "home." Anyone in the living room, dining room, or kitchen could keep an eye on him, there was plenty of seating, whoever was with him at night could sleep in a recliner or on the couch, and nobody had to sit off in a bedroom and do death watch by themselves.
Back to the BOB - after an incident in 1991, I keep a bag of quarters handy to throw in for road trips or hospital visits. Sometimes you're stuck in a place for lengthy periods, and (around here, anyway) vending machines don't take debit cards.