Well here I am again sitting on my bed, nothing better to do on a Saturday evening than play word games or do crossword or write this blog.
where would I rather be? Out enjoying the latter end of the day with friends or family or at the theatre for a concert or a musical.
Sadly all are things of the past. Any excursions have to be fitted into 2 hour slots when Carers are here. Sometimes I feel like a refugee looking for somewhere to go . I am not one for retail therapy.
Some days are ok. I have a chairobics session with a few friends.
Once a fortnight I Volunteer in my local Library shelving returns chatting with borrowers and finding requested books.
On the alternative weeks I play Scrabble with a friendly group of Ladies!
Appointments for manicures and hairdos are fitted in too!
I should be thankful I can do these things but how I hate the weekends!
Taking my Husband out is a definite no no! We have tried taking a trip to the local Country Park but he can’t cope with crowds and noise! The only place we can go is family but they are often away at weekends. Even then he won’t stay for long…after tea and cake he is asking to go home.
it is so lonely and wearing. Every evening I have to listen to constant requests to be taken home……..It is endless. No matter how hard I try to distract him he goes on and on. Fortunately he is fixated on going to bed at a certain time and will take himself off leaving me to shut everything down, switch off any music or TV and creep into my room and lock the door for fear of being disturbed in the middle of the night.
this is not the life I expected