A weather warning tomorrow across all of Ireland for thunderstorms and torrential rain. Looks like we really did have our summer a few weeks back. Days like tomorrow make me so grateful to be largely a home based worker.
With only two songs on Spotify I had them on repeat as I rustled up a chilli. They immediately reminded me of this in a good way. Tons of energy and a BIG sound:
Muse wrote an even more appropriate song for the Prince of Persia referenceYeah. I got Muse meets Alanis Morissette to record a soundtrack for Prince of Persia.
I know you're a Muse fan so I thought you'd like it. I'll need ti check out their Spotify as I thought they only had the one song released.
Welcome to the thread albeit in the most terrible of situations, in terms of the group I am a relative newcomer (maybe 2 years) but I can confirm that they are a great bunch of friendly and understanding people with a range of knowledge and skills that you couldn’t imagine. As well as some dodgy music tastes but they would think it’s my taste that’s dodgy not theirsHi all. Thanks for inviting me in here, I spoke with @Barnfred 55 earlier, who was telling me what a great place it is for support
Some of you might have seen my post about my wife. Short summation: she passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on Monday night while getting ready to go out for a meal to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary, which it was (our afternoon reception was at Goodison on 8 June 1995). The way she passed was a little traumatic and disturbing (a sort of seizure and her heart stopped), and the image of it haunts me. They got her heart going again, but it stopped three more times, and she was pronounced with no brain activity in the hospital later.
She was disabled in recent years, following a rare and potentially fatal reaction general anaesthetic in 2003, and for the last dozen years or so she has used a wheelchair and I have been her full time carer. When I went out anywhere, I would always call to see if she was all right, let her know when I was on my way back, and then tell her all about what I'd been doing. My entire life revolved around her, and we were together at least 20 hours of every single day, and I am spiralling around a black hole now. We had no children and all of my immediate family are dead. She was estranged from hers. So the nights are spent alone.
Tonight I decided I had to get out and see people, so I went to the pub quiz league I play in. It was hard but I felt better for talking to people and telling them - and there were sandwiches so at least I ate something. But leaving was so hard, as normally as soon as I got in, she would ask 'Did you win? How many did you score? What questions did you get?', and now there is just the empty chair, no questions and no greeting. It seems empty and pointless. Going to bed with the empty side, with all of her soft toys that we used to joke about and give imaginary personalities to was gut-wrenching, and even with a few beers in me, sleep came late and fitfully. I put off the moment of getting back in by calling round to the friend who came to the hospital with me last night, but it only put off the inevitable. I'm sitting here with a lead weight in my chest at 2:30am (we were always night owls, she would often be awake for hours owing to pain, and would read in bed until the early hours, and we would both sleep until early afternoon. At this time I would be doing some work in my office (I'm a writer, which isn't as exciting, or as profitable, as it sounds), and each time I came out to go to the bathroom or get something I'd pop my head into the bedroom and ask if she needed anything etc. Looking at that bedroom now with the empty bed is horrible. The day is bad but the night is the worst.
I'm almost 64 (she was just about to turn 61 in a few days), and I haven't worked for about 14 years with being carer. Our income consists of her PIP and my carer's allowance, which will all go. As will the Motability car which we had, which panics me as to how I will afford another. She did all the financial affairs (that was 'her area', while I did all of the physical things), and I have realised I know shockingly little. We have pensions but I cannot recall what, and which have been taken as a lump sum already. I cannot access the Online Banking, so while I know she topped up the current account when needed from a savings account, I have no idea how much is in there. Fearing looming poverty just makes me feel more helpless and even more desperate to talk to her - she would reassure me in seconds I am certain.
I know it sounds extreme and desperate, but last night, alone in the house, I honestly believe that if I had access to a gun, I would have used it. Previously I have never even considered that however bad things got, because she needed me so much. I also didn't want to go first and leave her, so there is that. But now, I feel as if I'm just spinning, and it wouldn't impact anyone much if I were taken off the board. I won't do anything like that, I'm too much of a coward, but the thoughts are awful.
I know that I have to get out and be with people and follow a routine as much as possible. On Wednesdays I go to a Board Games club, and I think I will force myself to. My mate has also said I can go to his on the way home and play some FIFA or something on the Nintendo. I don't know if it will help or just put a band aid on, but I have to try... I can't watch TV, as we would always binge shows and talk about them.
I'm hoping a couple of beers will chill and relax me a bit more tonight, as last night I must have been on adrenaline, and it didn't touch me. I'd be an expensive drunk if that was always the case!!
God, this ended up in a long venting! Sorry for rambling...
How they must value the support you’ve given them over the years and I bet you have a cracking relationship with Harry as a result. Time to have some nice lie ins especially when the weather is grim xBit of a bittersweet day. Harry had his last exam today and has left school. This means he will no longer be coming round for breakfast and the school run. I first took on childminding duties when his Mum returned to work when he was three months old. Son and family used to live over the road from us so we were on hand, they moved about twelve miles away four years ago. Harry couldn’t move secondary schools, bus times were inconvenient so we took over the school run. It’s been a bit of a pain in the rear end at times especially on dark cold mornings and evenings. I’m pleased not to be doing that anymore but how I will miss seeing him.
Well, so much for me getting down to my games club tonight. I'd only managed about an hour's sleep when the coroner's office rang at 10am and I had to tell them all the details to help with the post mortem. There won't be a death certificate until next week because of that so things are on hold. I read some messages and things, then went for a lie down again at noon (following good advice to grab sleep where I can), and next thing I woke up at 8:30 pm! Had just had a long and vivid dream in which she had been pronounced dead and I notified people, before a nurse came along later, did something simple and she woke up. There was an explanation, but it was garbled and all connected to something the coroner said. I guess I should expect that sort of thing, but it's crushing to wake up from... Off out to my mate's in half an hour anyway, spend a couple of hours there. Must eat now, had nothing for 24 hours, and also forgot my tablets yesterday (I take a few each day for things like blood pressure, thyroid, stress) so will sort them now
Good luck to Mr G for his cataract op, I hope it goes smoothly. I remember the Gay Gordon’s and The Dashing White Sergeant too.Morning all, another early start as it’s the husband’s cataract op today. I’m hoping the weather holds as the country dancing festival, postponed from last week, is due to be held this evening and Jess will be so disappointed if it’s cancelled. Pleased to hear the physio is going well @Val P , keep cracking that whip.
Have a good day, all.
P.S. Re country dancing - at school I remember doing a dance called the Gay Gordons, “gay” had a completely different in those days. Is it still called that or has it been re-named?