I've not been at all well physically today. Neither mentally. Three Fucking Years here to the day. I'm absolutely trapped and all I want to do is move away. I hate it. All my things in the wrong home. If I could still drive I'd have just got into my car and gone. I've lived in Eighteen different places, three of which were completely isolated which ( Read more... )

Oh the irony. The oil tank is running on fumes now, ordered heating oil last Monday and it was promised for the end of the week. That came and went. They rang this morning to say they were coming today then rang back later to say the driver was taken to A&E so tomorrow! Argh! There's Nothing visible whatsoever on the oil level indicator and of ( Read more... )

A nice day turned into an horrific day again. A lovely visit from Tilly and a wonderful new garden bench (still flat packed). I have a belting one sided headache triggering the TN on the left. Doctors visit, it's borderline anemia, have I tried greens, red meat? One they tell you to Avoid red meat for cholesterol which the diabetes put up, Two I ( Read more... )

I'm pretty down about news tonight. In working on the cupboard in the spare room I discovered that it's badly damaged from a white mould or type of damp. I've already lost all the artwork last year from the bottom drawer due to damp damage but Zoflora'd it. Sadly the entire cupboard from bottom to top 5ft, ten drawers is badly covered in it. I ( Read more... )

My parents were over tonight and we got on to discussing the other place. One of the complications is the bathroom (to be converted from the other bedroom) where the window butts up immediately to a sidewall this means that whatever goes there blocks there. Unfortunately this is the side where the window opens, the ONLY window that opens. I've had ( Read more... )

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Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired.
Tired of the stress.
Tired of the situation.
Tired of loss.
Tired of the rows.
Tired of being misunderstood.
Tired of fucking life.
Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. FUCKING TIRED.
Fucking Bastard TIRED

No point in writing about the day. But got to bed, took my night time bed reading and I'm too low. Bloods at 7.1. Good for day for me, Horrific for night for me. It's 4 below the minimum they want me at for bed (11) so almost 2am and I'm having to eat Again. Sweetcorn with balsamic vinegar. I am so pissed off with this 😣

I realise I haven't exactly been saying what's going on. I have been feeling unwell the last few days, not helped by PMT, my readings go much higher pre-period, higher than usual during my period, then there's the Cryptic Bitch stuff, the Safe Guarding and my statement being done but requested 4 months too late. Agency sending 4 carers in 2 weeks ( Read more... )

I'm starting to feel a bit better now, last week Social Services asked me to provide a statement for the forthcoming Safe Guarding meeting that's dealing with the Carers Theft. Not a chance in hell I can do the meeting. I'd put it off. Tonight I have spent 5 hours working on the statement. I only have the mobile phone, so no computer, tablet, WiFi ( Read more... )