That's the rubbish and recycling...

...gone out for another week.

I was forced to do it alone.

Again.

My carer wants another drink, so guess who is going to be making that too?

Yup.

Me.

Again.

I predict that he'll leave at least half of the mug that I make for him too... I don't think he's finished an entire mug of a drink while it was still hot so far this year!  He wants a decaf coffee with a spoon of sugar in, despite having to cut down on his sugar intake for medical reasons so he's changed his mind for the second time to caffeinated coffee, so I'd best go and make it for him now, before my legs seize up and refuse to move for several hours... that doesn't seem to matter to my carer though - as long as he eats and drinks and doesn't have to make it, then that's OK with him!

 

He's had two meals today and all I've had is my last two Graze punnets because as long as my carer eats then that doesn't seem to matter either.  My entire calorie count for the day will be 397 calories which is just over 1,000 less than the recommended minimum for the day, and I'm trying to put on (or at least maintain) my weight this week, but that doesn't seem to matter either.

 

I've refilled my pill-box reminder thingy ready for next week... I only missed my lunchtime pill on Friday this week, which is pretty good going I reckon.

 

Time to go and make the hot drink for my carer, before I end up on the floor again.

BBL.