This day has promise (she thinks)
as sun blinks through clouds
that only seemed to offer grey.
She pours herself a drink
and gulps in earnest hope,
a hope the twitter-birds will stay away.
But no, here they come
with their ever helpful words
(they think) (they think by rote),
they must complete their tasks
and ask him if he wants to pee,
needs to change his pad
and she says:
He goes himself, please don’t baby him;
in hope that they will maybe listen, comprehend,
but no, instead, off they go (by rote);
Would you like a cup of tea,
breakfast; here’s your meds.
Promoting independence – bah!
At midday, here comes the ha-ha bird,
all bright and cheerful with her ha-ha words;
and all she wants is for her to go away –
but no she won’t, she will fulfil her tasks
and asks him if he wants to pee,
to change his pad, does he want some tea,
a sandwich maybe and: Here’s your meds.
By end of day ‘she’ (third person singular)
(with twitter-ha-ha birds words ringing in her head)
asks him if he wants to pee, to change his pad
and realises she is slowly going mad…
This year has been ‘eventful’ for me and my handsome one. Handsome one has been quite unwell and required hospitalisation and his homecoming required that a ‘care package’ be put in place; otherwise he could not come home.
This care package gives me peace of mind when I am at work – but on days off it really makes me unhappy – it is so obtrusive and I want my (right of) privacy back – for me and my handsome one. But I will have to go with the flow – for such is the power of social services…
Erm – please note the morning drink was coffee – although my evening drink (now) is somewhat alcoholic…
Brian, at dVerse has us writing ‘Self Portraits’ and the above is my offering of my self portrait of today. In reality, the above is an understatement of ‘my today’ for this afternoon, if anything could go wrong – it did, as of a spanner in the works. (Woe is me!)
Thanks dear Brian.
Image: courtesy of Wikimedia Commons