Last night Mave said to me around 9 PM. I am going to bed do you mind. I am shattered she said. Of course not I said. It’s been another tiring day
I was feeling the same so I followed a little later. When I woke this morning it was 9.15 am. Mavis was up and I could hear the keyboard going. I dragged myself out the bed. Gosh I was so tired. Morning I said as I walked past the open door to the den. Morning came the reply. I feel so tired still. So do I she said. I can’t remember being so tired and worn out I said. Neither can I Mave said. Strange really as we have made several trips to London recently, yes it’s a tiring day but this was exceptional. So today is a pottering day, at least for me. I was in the den later having breakfast and a tea. When I could hear gravel being raked over. Sure enough she was gardening. I thought she had no energy.
I finished breakfast. and began my chores. I first did the washing up dried and put away. Then I made the bed. Then I hoovered right through.
That’s me done. But in she came. That’s as far as I can go she said I have no energy. Right she said I must clean the shower and the bathroom. Oops I knew I forgot something. She put the washing on did the bathroom. Now Louis is whingeing. He wants his walk. So now we have to take him for his walk. When we came back the washing was ready to hang on the line. A snack for lunch was in order. I had a couple of jobs to sort. So I popped down to the van. I had to repair a wonky drop down shelf. So with that done I replaced a scart cable. Back in doors I still have a few jobs on my list but there is always tomorrow. Mave is having some shuteye, but Ive woke her. Coffee love I ask, yes please.

After talking to my friend Rod in Ausie again this evening, he was most encouraging regarding my Blog. I said I cannot understand peoples interest in it. Why would anyone want to read my inermost thoughts and fears. But he said there are diaries and blogs out there from patients but not so many from carers.. because there are carers out there who feel they are alone that no one cares about them. By putting my blog out, gives them an understanding that people do care about the carers and shows them that they are not alone and not forgotten.
To a degree I can understand this feeling. Because when I visit the hospital with her. The consultations are with her. Not me. Quite rightly so. I sit in the background and occasionally ask a question, which always gets answered. But I do feel out of the loop. I am probably not out the loop but it can feel like it. When I see the response to my blog and the emails I have from it I appreciate the interest shown.
Until tomorrows entry TTFN