Guess what? I actually took some of my own advice and AND actually asked for some help this week!!!
It was so hard. (Biggest understatement ever!). Needed to see an Osteopath, 'course, couldn't get an appointment to fit in with the Marie Curie sitter,that we now have. So had to beg S's son. He couldn't/wouldn't do it, but sent his wife, to come and sit with S. This was on top of asking my sister to look after him, while I had my hair done! (That was easy!). Why is it so hard, if not impossible to ask for this help? Everyone, well most (!) are always offering to come and sit with S, but it really upset me, to actually ask people to come. Just got it all sorted and my PSPA coordinater phoned. Poor Jane, found me in floods of tears. Why? Why should I be upset that our family members are helping, which they want to do. That they need to do, to help cope with the constant worry, that they are going through, because of S and my situation. I give up!!!
S has been accepted back at the Hospice again, so have got my Wednesday's back for another 12 weeks. Had a key safe fitted. Emergency pendant coming next week. Now waiting for Crossroads to get back to me, regarding have more care coming in, but girl is off sick, so everything has ground to a holt!
On top of all that, I actually got 6 hours non stop sleep last night!!! S did his normal, waking at 12, the again at 12.45, to go to the loo. I'm afraid I lost it then, screaming that I would have to get night carers in, as I couldn't cope any longer. Next thing it was 7.00am, heard S getting up, instead of rushing to him, I let him carry on,(fingers and toes crossed!) next thing I heard the shower going. An hour later,he emerged from the bathroom, clean, dry and shaved. That, and having two hours off this afternoon, enjoying a good natter with a friend over coffee, I feel "almost" human!!!
AND, AND it's Friday, nearly wine o'clock!!!
Enjoy your weekend!
Lots of love