Today started off badly as in one hadn't had any decent sleep for 48 hours and was just slightly grumpy. Spent the night reading a book called "Hospital Babylon," recommend it you will never look at doctors and nurses in A & E in the same light ever again. By 5 am had enough normally love my bed, but gave up and decided to go and make dinner for tonight, you be amazed what I get up to at night when I cannot sleep.
By 7 am I am emptying the washing machine pegging some bed linen on the line, filling the recycle bin, emptying bins and cleaning the fridge, at this point it is okay to make a bit of noise as husband is getting up for work. Lottie quite sensibly is snoozing on the sofa under the patchwork duvet thinking oh god Mum has loss the plot again.
If only I could lose the plot, just maybe I wouldn't care then, but quite frankly I have had enough. Me being me though just cannot offload how I feel inside to my nearest and dearest. I cannot bang on how my lungs feel crap and how I have to take certain measures to get through the day and night, just not me. I don't want people's sympathy it achieves nothing, I can feel sorry for myself if I so wish, so I plough on day in day out knowing that little is going to change for the better at the present and I must just keep pacing myself.
9 am at the poo as truly hit the fan, I have glanced out the window and my lovely crisp cream linen is on the lawn, I can't cope that's it, I burst into tears leave the linen on the wet lawn, grab Lottie Dog and go to bed. I read a few pages about policing on the front line in a book, burst how laughing, yes it was that funny. And yes I am experiencing mood swings and promptly fall asleep hugging Lottie Dog, two hours of blissful sleep and I am ready to face the world again. Round two commence, lets try and access my online energy provider account, not it is not having it, forty five minutes on the phone to N Power's IT team and we cannot crack the problem between us, one hour later finally at the local hospital for another session of zapping in the TARDIS for my skin, and a good ole chin wag with the nurses about my latest OU module which is health related, and watch Lottie badly behave and get rewarded with biscuits. Leave an hour later feeling some what more buoyant, I am really not a waste of space and have been able to have some intelligent conversation.
In town I chat to a homeless chap about his dog who really needs some veterinary care, have seen them before but didn't know the situation, so glad that I have stopped to talk to him. Basil his dog is in a bit of a state and is loving the cuddles and massage I am giving him, whilst Lottie is just intent on hoovering up any offerings out "Greggs," to cut a very long story a bit shorter. Both Conrad and Basil need some help to get through the forthcoming winter, Conrad is fearful and doesn't know where to turn, it is not up to me to judge why Conrad is where he is today, the best I can do is try and support him my acknowledging his presence and giving his dog some much needed cuddles. So first port of call was to allow for Conrad to allow me to take his dog with one of his supporters to the pets to get Basil an new collar and lead, the rope was making his neck sore! And this evening I have been speaking to a local vet and have written to our local RSPCA branch who I have links with to see if we can provide Basil with some basic vet care, otherwise winter will be truly unpleasant and potentially life threatening.
Yes my life isn't perfect, I am in poor health but when faced with the likes of Conrad and Basil, I am so lucky, I have a loving husband, a lovely if naughty daxie dog, my studies, a roof over my head and the care of a great vet for my dog because I can afford to insurance Lottie.
So next time you walk down the street and see a homeless person, say hello they are human just like us, yes they might be drunk, they even have taken illegal substances but we do not know what lead them to this life, just count yourself lucky it isn't you.
Hugs to Everyone Daxiemad and Lottie Dog