My stomach isn't great. I was up most of last Friday night into Saturday morning running to and from the bathroom emptying my guts out. When I thought there was nothing left, my stomach still managed to give up some more. I haven't felt quite the same since but hey, I've lost another kilo, so I guess one positive to come from this nasty stomach bug or whatever else it might be.
This week is the second week my fie has been on jury service. Was a massive inconvenience it has been. For the first 3.5 days of last week I had the benefit of the in-laws being around but they have since gone home. Friday was my first day alone with the boy and it wasn't a bad thing at all. We coped. We got through. Didn't need mum to feed him a bottle of milk and put him down for a nap - I somehow managed it, alongside doing work from home and trying to keep the place tidy. It was likely all the crap I ate that day, with no in-laws and no Mrs around that made me sick that night.
Despite being thoroughly ill we managed to visit mum over the weekend. I always feel bad about not seeing her more often seeing as she's only down the road from us. Each now we do visit now, we are usually finding her dozing off in one of the comfy chairs in the day room. I wonder actually if she's even managed to get outside for some fresh air...
The Continuing Care Team are now writing up the assessment. A copy is due in the post both to me and my father - I plan to warn him in advance of this coming through so that he isn't entirely distressed by what he reads in it. Although he was present at the assessment, he didn't hear much of what was discussed and as I said before, it's probably better he didn't.
I had an update from Social Services too. Everyone is waiting on approval from the NHS for full continuing care funding, which I understand would mean the council can look for a suitable specialist home - a nursing home, from the sounds of things - that would be able to cope with her needs. This means that dad will likely be home alone indefinitely... I'm not sure how to process all of it to be honest.
Right now I have a load of washing on the go and a 9 month old baby boy wailing at me for attention. My stomach is queasy and my head not straight after having not slept much last night - due to the poor lad being poorly himself and puking up his milk at his bedtime, prompting us to do a round of changing bed lined, making him a bath, redressing him etc. Quite a chore when you are ready yourself for an early night - I was so tired yesterday.
And if that wasn't enough, we're trying to move home. I must be a sucker for punishment.
Apart from that, everything is hunky dory. It's also my 37th birthday tomorrow. What a year my 36th year was. What is to come in Year 37?
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