Re: Almost 50.... dreading it
My chin is up, though that requires alcoholic assistance these days, in the evenings
I have got through Day 1 of the enforced Jubileeism*, though only managed to get out of the house for 15 mins to walk dog round the block and buy some tobacco. When indoors this is such a small cottage that I can't escape Mother, and if I try, she is bound to come look for me. She really is that needy. It is like being squeezed.
* If I was living where I was before coming here,I'd have loved the community spirit and events planned and joined in with a whole heart. There's nothing like that here.
Tomorrow she may or may not be going to day care - neither of us are sure if they operate on Bank Holidays, though I think the support worker said yes. Mind you if they forget to pick her up as they have done several times, that's stress and the organiser might not be in her office.
Day care is 10am - 4pm, but the reality for me, it is 11am - 3.30pm as they can be late collecting, and can deliver her back early.
Reasons To Be Cheerful Part 1:
* She may be going to daycare tomorrow, so I can de-stress a bit, it is amazing how I have all sorts of plans to get on buses and or go for amazingly long walks with doggie, but when she is gone I mostly just mooch around as the relief is so great.
* Have 1:1 Agility class booked for Friday. No not mum jumping through hoops [But I like that idea, I really do].
Expensive. But seriously need to do something for myself and doglet who is also suffering. He is my best friend and has been for 6 yrs. And with mum's memory failing, I honestly have more rewarding conversations with him than I do with my mother.
* In about 10 days time I have a care Assessment being done on me.
ME... Meeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
Not Mum.
To see what will keep me sane. I bloody hope they do what they promise, because this 6hrs off at daycare translates to 5 hrs off for me plus added stress.
This time last year I had organised a quasi-social life for myself... which meant that every Tuesday and Friday afternoon, plus some Sundays, I got on the bus to the next town and visited my sister. I had proper adult conversation and the added bonus of being with someone with whom I had a long shared history and could relate to. We took the dogs for walks, we chatted, we chilled out in the garden, it was perfect.
Mum's health issues stepped up in October and by December I was feeling I'd had the hardest time. ... I'd not been able to do my visits to my sis [the only social outlet I had] and her illness had started to take over.
By Feb it had come to a halt after I'd gone out one day on the bus and come home to neighbours saying she'd gone nuts with panic and they'd called the doctor out. Well that was that - I have not been able to leave her on her own since. Cue standstill on my needs & wants...
Sorry for the long essay but It's been good to write it all down (will print out for care assessment next week) hope you're not too bored.
ENJOY the double Bank Holiday... I sincerely hope you can
xxx