Well here i am again at 4.30 in the morning and i can't sleep yet again!! My husband Darryl has terminal small cell cancer and, at the moment is going through a really good phase. Which, i would have thought, would set my mind at rest and enable me to sleep. But no, here i am again having had 2 hrs sleep tonight wide awake with mad thoughts running around my head!! This is driving me crazy and i just seem to be on auto pilot all the time. Darryl is 44 years old and we have been given a prognosis of a 2-3 year life span for him. I can't seem to let go of this thought, and maybe part of me can't sleep because of that, as i feel if i'm asleep i'm wasteing precious time!! Darryl is sound asleep and resting well, and if i stay upstairs next to him listening to his breathing, i keep thinking is this the last time i'll ever hear that and end up getting so uptight and worried that i find it better to just get up again. So i wander round the house do a few chores, have a hot caffiene free drink and will myself to sleep all to no avail i might add!! hahaha surely i'm not the only carer who never sleeps, or am i????? any comments gratefully recieved. Take care my friends and hope your all sleeping well. love and hugs mel xxx
In an igloo!! I really have to take Michaela's advice and start acting my age and not my shoe size, what dog do you have? I used to have 2 springer spaniels and I miss them like mad XX
Mick your sooo right just let the dogs out ( who let the dogs out woof woof woof !) its bloody perishin, im in Wales but not welsh mateys, really cold ooooh, im listenin to van the man van morrison, worried about you mate cos your tunes all seem a bit bum clenchin if you get my drift !! Teresa chick love ya babe soz that im a whinger gonna be strong like you from now on babes xxxxxxxxxx Essex chick Karen are you a bobeys? xxxxxxxx
Do you want a 5 stone 22 month old mad chocolate Labrador !
Last week he has chewed a new pair of shoes, my PC bag, a pair of sealskin gloves and was sick all over the kitchen floor. This week, he got into the greenhouse and ripped open a bag of compost, and ate 3 plastic flowerpots and the sprinkler. I took him to the park and he went swimming in mud and jumped straight in to the car before I could stop him.
Oh ......and he tried to hump the Vicars dog !
Vets for him soon.................here we go gathering NUTS in may !
I assure you I bat for the first team........................I don't like my vice - versa...............I'm travelling on the top deck with the lads..........and besides that my folks are from Wales...........??? ..............Dunno the connection there .....but they are !
