I managed a huuuge 9 hours and 32 minutes of sleep last night and I feel considerably more human this morning, but my carer is already frustrating me. The first conversation of the day went like this:
Steve snoring
Me literally falling through the door
S wakes up: Mornin'
M: Mornin'
S: I was supposed to remind you about something this morning
M: Oh right! What was that then?
S shrugging: Dunno. I'm sure it'll come back to us this afternoon or evening though
M: Okey dokey
S goes back to sleep
I've taken my morning pills and made my carer a hot drink so just gotta wait for him to wake up for long enough to have his breakfast now.
Someone is coming over from Olio to pick up the cotton wool at lunchtime and Steve's got the district nurse coming over at some point today for Steve.
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I forgot to publish this again, d'oheth!
I've made breakfast for my carer and had my own now, so I'll put the photo up in a bit... just need to resize it first.
It's a good job that I checked the dates on my milk 'cos the last one I looked at runs out on the 27th April, so I'd best have lots of breakfasts and milkshakes in the next 20 days!
My carer has just finished his breakfast, so I've gotta take both of our bowls out to the kitchen before I can resize the photo.
BBIAB.
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