...I'm already working overtime today.
It's looking like I'll comfortably hit at least 12 hours today, but prolly only minutes more rather than making it 13 hours and my carer hasn't even cared for me for a single minute so far today and as he's not cooking he's got to find a different way to care for me today and I don't even know what that would be.
The rubbish collectors have just collected our rubbish for another week, so just waiting for the recyclers to come now, then I can go and make my carer's lunch for him.
Aksherlee, if I go and make his lunch now then I don't have to keep standing up and walking, I can do it before my legs seize up then recover until the recyclers have been and gone.
I managed almost 5,000 steps on my laps this morning, so it's no wonder I'm so wobbly now and my carer has only got out of his chair twice all morning to go for a wee, then it was straight back in here, sit down and fall asleep again.
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