Saturday afternoon, I started to feel very, very tired but a friend called so I couldn't have a nap.
By evening, I did not want my meal.
He (PWD) did not notice either situation.
I went to bed Sat night, and was woken by him going to bed at 2.AM - and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Sunday
Got up to give him meds and make his breakfast - I still had no appetite.
I told him I was tired and going back to bed
Carer came as usual - asked where I was, he just said 'in bed'
I stayed in bed till lunchtime, made him his lunch, had some cornflakes, and fell asleep on the sofa.
Dozed off and on all day.
He was obviously sulking, because I was not playing the never ending scrabble with him.
He never once asked how I was feeling.
Made him his evening meal, had a couple of digestive biscuits myself.
He stomped off because Antiques Roadshow was on followed by Gentleman Jack - both of which I enjoy.
He came back still not speaking to me - I went to bed. He woke me up stomping around at 1AM and 5.30AM - I have been awake since 5.30AM now.
And not once is he in the least bit concerned that I am off my food and exhausted - which
makes me feel so 'used'.
Just re enforces the fact that this disease makes it all 'about them' and not us.
RANT OVER
By evening, I did not want my meal.
He (PWD) did not notice either situation.
I went to bed Sat night, and was woken by him going to bed at 2.AM - and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Sunday
Got up to give him meds and make his breakfast - I still had no appetite.
I told him I was tired and going back to bed
Carer came as usual - asked where I was, he just said 'in bed'
I stayed in bed till lunchtime, made him his lunch, had some cornflakes, and fell asleep on the sofa.
Dozed off and on all day.
He was obviously sulking, because I was not playing the never ending scrabble with him.
He never once asked how I was feeling.
Made him his evening meal, had a couple of digestive biscuits myself.
He stomped off because Antiques Roadshow was on followed by Gentleman Jack - both of which I enjoy.
He came back still not speaking to me - I went to bed. He woke me up stomping around at 1AM and 5.30AM - I have been awake since 5.30AM now.
And not once is he in the least bit concerned that I am off my food and exhausted - which
makes me feel so 'used'.
Just re enforces the fact that this disease makes it all 'about them' and not us.
RANT OVER