Just taken my afternoon pill and apparently we're not having potatoes and onions for lunch after all 'cos "the potatoes are past their best" so Steve's having meat and I'm either having nothing for the rest of the day or possibly a mug of soup later on if I want to. Steve's decided that we're having roast potatoes next Sunday instead of the fresh ones 'cos we've got half a packet of frozen ones in the freezer, but I bet he'll come up with a reason not to do those either.
Basically I've gotta get through the day on a bowl of granola and 5 biscuits which is far from healthy but needs must when my carer can't be arsed to care for me.
Talking of care, the weekly totals look like this as of 1pm on Friday 13th August:
My care of Steve: 51 hours 14 minutes
Steve's care of me: 27 minutes
No typo's in those totals, I really have had under half an hour of care from my carer so far this week and I've cared for him for over 50 hours with 2½ days still to go this week, so I reckon 75 hours is pretty achievable this week, maybe even approaching 80 and I'll be surprised if I get a single hour of care from my carer.
My carer reckons he cooks all my meals, so that should currently be 10 meals yeah? So far he has done bugger all cooking this week and has only cared for me twice this week when he bagged up the groceries on the doorstep on Monday and held the black bin bag open while I sorted out the top shelf in the cupboard on Tuesday, absolutely nothing else despite him being my official carer.
Apparently I don't deserve the title of carer despite frequently caring for him for over 70 hours a week. The most care he's provided for me was two weeks ago when he took me for my MRI - the total of care by my carer for the entire week was 4 hours and 55 minutes which is more than I do in a single morning or afternoon/evening, but apparently I'm not the carer 😒
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