I know
@Spamar … TV has a lot to answer for in terms of high expectations
Hospitals have always been pretty boring places to hang around, but now they are lonely too. I read a whole book, not a very good one either, but when it was finished I had nothing to do but think. There aren’t even any old magazines lying around to thumb mindlessly through.
I even had a full blown panic attack around midnight, never had one of those before, but I had to get out. I ended up sitting in the car park bawling my eyes out and hyperventilating while on the phone to a friend.
I can’t begin to imagine how my mum wouId have coped if her various hospital visits had been, if the pandemic had been going on then.
In other news …
Lovely man has been messaging to see how I am, bless him. More worried about how I am coping than his own state of affairs. I know the office wouId not tell him anything, I’d just have come off his rota, leaving him to think he’d upset me and I’d walked away from him.
I gave big brother an edited version of events, but he’s texting me every morning to see how I’m doing.
Pooch has just about forgiven me. I had to arrange fir him to have a sleepover lol. He loved it, but he did cry every time my friend went out the house, but her dogs played with him, snuggled in bed with him and looked after him. Pooch refused to come to me, snuggle or be near me when she brought him home. He is now anxious if he can’t see me, but it’s gradually reducing
Finally, it’s raining after promises for the last few weeks. The garden is being watered by nature … good thing too, as I can’t do it