Friday and it starts with my partner thrown into the need to go to see her mother with her brother as her mother has had a fall in the night and the paramedics are in attendance. My partner goes off to deal with the situation. I take my vitals and then get up to make breakfast. The builder badgers have arrived and already are laying bricks on the new patio. They are given coffee and encouraged in their work. I clear the kitchen and then go to take my morning meds to find my wallet empty, when I check my spare one is as well so its time to do my fortnightly drug load up. Its a boring thing to be doing but its one of those tasks that forms the structures that help me stay on track and in control of the things I can keep control of.
Once I have filled my wallets I take my morning meds and get on with things, which includes giving the builder badgers another coffee. My partner returns from her mothers and there is time for a quick chat before we go off to the local garden centre to buy food for the weekend and our family visitors. The shopping goes well and so we stop off at our favourite coffee house at the next garden centre down the road. It gives us time to sit and talk through where we are with coping with all the stuff that is going on. It seems there is a lot of heavy lifting to be done in the future and we need to find ways to have time to recover and to replenish ourselves as we do the lifting.
By the time we get home the builder badgers have gone and before we can squirrel the shopping away the first part invoice for the badgers work arrives in my in box. I pay it by BACS and send the head badger a text to tell him the moneys gone, to which he promptly replies that the payment has gone through. My partner goes for a rest and I clear up some chores and tidy away things. I join my partner and take the opportunity to try out the new blood pressure cuff that has been delivered. Its a large size one that makes taking my blood pressure easier. With a successful test of the cuff I have a nap and when I wake I go on getting the house ready for our youngest daughter visit tomorrow. Everywhere I turn my friends and family appear to be struggling with weaving the mundane work and family stuff with ongoing extraordinary distressing demands. No one I know seems to be living lives of serene satisfaction, perhaps its just my age or the times we live in or my particular view of the world. In my small way I try to keep with them all.
When my partner
