Monthly Archives: January 2015
Tonight I showered you
Posted on January 23, 2015 1 Comment
Tonight you needed to shower. Your nurse hadn’t come this morning and you needed to shower. I got you undressed and left you to shower on your own. Usually you can and it is fine, a few minutes later you were back in your room getting dressed. I told you to stop, I could of […]
Fear of the unknown
Posted on January 22, 2015 3 Comments
So I have done a bit of writing over the past few days and have published it to the blog, but not posted it up on Facebook. Fear is what is holding me back. Fear of judgement. What I don’t want is for you to think that it is like this all the time or […]
She hates you…
Posted on January 22, 2015 Leave a Comment
She hates you. It was a joke. It was meant to be funny. She hates you. Three tiny words that have completely shattered me. She hates you. Just words at the end of the day. She hates you. All the insecurities of my thoughts have tumbled out and spilt before my eyes. She hates you. […]
Toilet paper patience…
Posted on January 20, 2015 Leave a Comment
For the 20th time today I have told Martha to put the toilet paper back in the bathroom. I go to use the bathroom and there is no toilet paper, I walk past the bathroom and there is no toilet paper. Martha has it stacked in her wardrobe like a prize. At 7pm I have […]
Planning and preparation
Posted on January 10, 2015 Leave a Comment
2015 is here, I feel relieved, the end of the year dragged and depression was starting to eat at my soul. I have survived. With the start of a new year comes new beginnings, I have started to plan. Meals, exercise, work, holidays, goals. It all goes into a massive pile and I start to […]
I am not alone, but I am lonely…
Posted on January 2, 2015 Leave a Comment
I am desperate to be alone. To be undisturbed by the world. To sit alone and breathe without interference from the outside. The desperation is physical, aching heart, sweaty palms, teary eyes, I want to be alone. The most time I spend truly alone is the time I spend in my car driving to and […]
Me, Martha and Alzheimer's 