D'oheth

I forgot to publish the previous blog post before I did the watering, bowl cleaning out and my exercises and that was 2 hours ago now 😆.  It's done now and I don't need to move off the sofa except to go for wee's, making my carer's drinks, snacks and tea when he gets home, then I can crawl into bed but I very much doubt I'll be allowed an early night 'cos my carer will find something else for me to do before then and it'll be at least 8pm before I'm allowed to go to bed.

He's just said that he wants me to "follow me out to the door and close it behind me, yeah?"

And he's now going on about how hot the weather is, but has decided against wearing shorts, so him overheating, "sweating buckets" and wanting another bottle of pop as soon as he walks in then wanting "a hot drink later on, when I've cooled down" will be my fault too.

 

He's eaten two meals, a quarter of a cake and I don't know how many biscuits so far today but he'll want his ice cream (at least half a litre of it) when he gets home "so that I can cool down quickly" which is more than I've eaten in the last 30 hours combined.  

 

All I've had since breakfast yesterday is: 

• 2 vegan malted drinks
• a packet of crisps
• a salad
• a Graze punnet and 
• two yoghurts, 

which brings the combined total of calories for the last two days up to 1,825 calories which is just over a healthy calorie intake for one day instead of two and my carer would have exceeded that with just his tea last night 'cos he had:

• two starters
• two foot-long subs
• and I think he had a pud too 
• a fizzy drink 

and he'll be having sandwiches (at least four slices of bread and 10 slices of ham and/or cheese along with sandwich pickle or mustard) and a medium pork pie for his tea.  He'll be hungry again and want his breakfast within minutes of me coming downstairs tomorrow morning too.

 

He's gone to his medical appointment now, so I can finally breath and relax for a couple of hours.  He'll be just under an hour early which will be the start of his rant as well as having to wait past his appointment time then he'll find a reason to complain about his appointment, then there will be something to do with the parking, then he'll be complaining about the rush hour traffic and how much pain he's in then he'll want a bottle of pop and fall asleep.

 

Apparently I "doesn't do anything to support me let alone care for me" though and he "do[es] everything for her from the time she wakes up to the time she goes to bed" which is total bollox as the caring spreadsheets we've both been keeping shows.  The most he cared for me was last week which was 270 minutes and the combined total for the last two weeks has only been 440 minutes, according to his own spreadsheet, which is less than I've cared for him today alone.

 

I'm simmering down quite quickly now, thankfully, so I'm gonna go and make myself a drinking chocolate so that I can rapidly increase my calorie count before my so-called carer comes home.  I've gotta do the washing up and make myself another bottle of squash too, so I'd best go and do that while my carer is out of the house otherwise he'll be complaining about having to spend 3 minutes making it for me at 2am again, just like he has done each time he's made it for the last 2 years.

BFN