Thank God it’s Monday!

I never thought I’d say that but what the heck…

That weekend was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish.

It started on Saturday morning [as most weekends do]. It was a simple mistake. It was a mistake which comes from overfamiliarity with a routine which means I wasn’t as careful as I should have been. By mistake I took my nighttime pills, tablets and capsules instead of the morning lot.

Now I know why the labels on the doses stress they are to be taken at night.

So anyway, without realising what I had done I carried on my normal routines. Soon I started to notice that the day was becoming increasingly weird. I should stress that being a full time carer requires strength and a high degree of alertness, and without those major disasters can happen.

They happened.

I won’t go into the details but suffice it to say the day involved Herself, Daughter, Navanman and an ambulance [which luckily went away without a patient]. But I should say that I only have vague memories of those and am having to rely on reports from Herself to fill in the gory details..

Then of course Saturday night arrived. And the problem now was that I had no nighttime meds having scoffed them in the morning. I went to bed and after a while I actually fell asleep at around one. I woke up. Three o’clock and I was wide awake! Fuck.

I like my sleep. I need my sleep. Two hours is not enough but there was fuck all I could do about it. So I spent yesterday in a bit of a sleep-deprived haze.

I’m [reasonably] back on the ball today after a grand sleep. This is just as well as this week I have to deal with builders, roofers, Social Welfare, my insurance company, RTE and my bank. This will involve a lot of phoning and recorded menus and messages not to mention tacky music. It’s all to do with applying for a grant to cover the roofing repairs. If successful it will save me a small fortune.

Wish me luck.