I am now into Day 5 of looking after my husband who is prostrate in bed with gastric flu– and I wish I could join him. I am knackered. Going up and down the stairs with drinks all the time reminds me we are supposed to be looking for a bungalow. Thank goodness I was not sick too after chemo for ovarian cancer.
Determined not to pick up his bug I have bowls of disinfectant and bleach placed around the house with clothes soaking and sterlizing: one for the toilet, one for the surfaces. Another is just for wiping down door handles, light switches, remote controls, hand rail, phones and computer keyboards. Another is in the kitchen. Good job I am a touch typist as the writing is beginning to disappear on the keyboard!
The washing machine has been none stop and I throw in the cleaning cloth to wash before bunging them back in the bleach and disinfectant mix. Luckily it is drying weather. Sheets get folded, put on a working surface and used as a base for the little I iron. Job completed with no need for the ironing board. Cutlery and crockery are sterilized. Surfaces and floors disinfected. I spray some lavender water around to get rid of the smell.
I twice took the long walk to the doctor’s surgery to pick up prescriptions for him. It was exhausting in the heat. Wish they had said I could have just used lemonade instead of the Dioralyte. Make a mental note to get more for my Pimms – as if I am so lucky!
Have been awake since 2am and running in circles
No wonder I am so tired. I realise I have not eaten a proper meal for five days. Well at least I am not leaving the gas on forgetting to turn off the oven. On the bright side it is keeping down my weight after the steroids. Remember the cooler box – will freeze some drink and keep it in the cooler box upstairs. Will remember this one next time I am ill in bed and the drinks do not arrive from my beloved.
My memory is terrible. I start to do things and then forget. I must not forget to water the hanging baskets. So much of his effort has gone into them it would be a shame if they died. I do them with a very small watering can as I cannot lift anything heavy yet. It takes numerous visits as the can is so small but I count this as my exercise.
Well off to the shop now for some crackers for him in case he can have something after 24 hours clear. Then I think I will reward myself with a Pimms on my return!
Things are looking up!
