Post 269: Too tired to sleep.
Bad Bloods.
A walk into town
To read a good book
And fill out those forms
I’m actually too tired
Too tired to think straight
Too tired to get up
Too tired to write blogs
I’m just way too tired
I’ll make some tea later
I’ll wash up the dishes
I’ll call my best mate
If only I’m bothered
The cancer’s to blame
I’m not on my own
Why can’t I go back
Before the bad bloods
Tired of being poked
Tired of hearing crap
Tired of not much choice
And lack of time too
Where are the smiles
Where is the fun
Where are we heading
When all said and done
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The dancing finger’s in fine fettle so a crappy short poem it is. I think the dancing is worse when the shoulder is cursed. Either that or it’s my tiredness from a lack of a daily routine.
I was woken at 10am with a hospice nurse at the door, which was a big surprise. She was here to help fill forms but as the SR1 form will probably assist with less paperwork for me we both thought it best to wait and see for one more week and check in again to see if helps needed.
It was a courtesy call and another plus to the local hospice who are so proactive and diligent.
She left me to feed Mr Vicious who was crying his little furry eyes out.
I went back to bed and dozed while watching tv in bed. Tired without reason. Horrible and wasteful.
My Darling has the rest of the week off so the steroids will have made her better by Saturday when she’s back at work.
I’d better get some sleep and wake tomorrow to make the most of the day with my Darling. Well that’s the hope.
Good night.
