5 July 3am
So knackered after not finding chequebook, I had no oomph for anything. In bed by 9, dead asleep by 9.30pm. Jerked awake by loud crashes, bangs, light flashes before 10. That stopped as soon as.... Put it down to some miscreant Fourth of July celebrant or Election misadventure.
Did briefly think someone had put fireworks through letterbox. Too tired to care or investigate.
Forgetfulness, fatigue, disorganisation, ennui, inappropriate behaviours, constant underlying fear, distress and depression. Awake after 5 hours sleep. Groundhog day.
Was Bill Murray's film Groundhog Day inspired by dementia?
The Carer's worst nightmare. Flogging yourself almost to death, no life of your own, then you get dementia.
Two years in prison for assaulting an emergency worker will get me out of this.
In the meantime I'll take a bag of stuff to a charity shop on my way to the Carer's Café.
Seems like too much effort.
No idea where chequebook is. Don't care. It's in the house or the dustbin. I can get another if it becomes an issue.
Back aching and stomach churning from ingrained fight or flight mode.
Waiting for light, will start the day with a bath, take junk to charity shop and go to Carer's Café.
Why is my life defined and confined by OH's dementia, diabetes type 1 and Parkinsons even in his absence?
And there's a whole load of rotting salad stuff etc in the fridge as he's in hospital and I've been to busy or frazzled to eat. Got to throw that out too. Constantly wasting money on things OH then won't or doesn't eat or drink.
And the doctor didn't ring me yesterday.
Not heard anything from Carers or Community Nurses even though I kept them informed about OH.
It was the Admiral Nurse told me we've been allocated a Social Worker. I've heard nothing.
Bill's appointments and support all now on hold until he's out of hospital.
Everyone has cast me into limbo, then I have to contact them when OH is out of hospital.
My so called life, my needs, my wants and hopes and fears, my time don't matter.
I'm the mad puppeteer behind the scenes keeping everything going, and the audience has scarpered while the principal character is off stage.
I don't have my own life, and my assigned raisond'etre is so far off everybody's back burner it's fallen down the back of the cooker
#carersdontmatterifthecareeisnotathome
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I'm being careful of the whispers and rumours and earwigs on OH's ward. During his Spring admittance, we chatted on his mobile as I hadn't been to visit that day.
Due to Ward noise, and OH's declining comprehension and conversation skills, he misheard me say " I haven't been anywhere all morning" as " I've been in A and E all morning". OH panicked and blurted out what hed heard for the whole ward to heard. I corrected him, reassured him and conversation moved on. Well...... Several hours later, when I was already in bed at home, 8 miles from the hospital, I got a welfare check by the police. Over the following several days, the nurses on the ward were wanting to know if I was alright after my A and E visit. Must be in OH's notes. Beware hospital inaccuracies and presumptions and intrusion. Funny but distressing *