I am so unbelievably knackered. I am running on empty, on the verge of tears all the time and my brain is whirring round, but empty.
Dad came home a week ago and is bedbound. His blood pressure is still low, despite stopping two of the meds that can drop it. Still no diagnosis as to what is wrong with him and I feel like I am bumbling around in the dark. Not going to write any more cos I am multi tasking and preparing our tea whilst I have half an hour spare. Don't think I am going to last much longer before I collapse in a heap. Of course, I will pick myself up again and carry on because there is no other choice.
Oh to go to bed and be able to sleep properly, that would help.
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