Quick update.

I am happy, oh so bloomin happy to report that Mike is the tiniest bit better. Still nauseous, but not acting like a bad tempered hedgehog (he tends to curl up in a ball when poorly.)

Life is so much easier when I don't spend the day walking on eggshells.

At a loss.

You know what life is like, sometimes you just seem to see life differently to everyone else. I have no idea how nurses and HCAs cope with the tricky patients they must get sometimes. I certainly can't cope with Mike. His nausea / sickness is as bad if not worse and now EVERYTHING I do causes an outburst of temper. I can't drink coffee or tea the smell is abhorrent. Toast, no way. He can't eat or drink anything other than water and it seems I'm not meant to either. 

The smell of the washing powder on the sheets and his clothes, the toilet cleaner needed under the circumstances, the shampoo I used this morning. Don't even think of using even the most delicate of fragranced deodorant. The dish washing sent him into a frenzy of rage. 

Don't ask if he wants anything or make the mistake of not offering. Can you see where I am going with this. 

Don't go out for more than 15 minutes in case he needs something. Don't mention hospital (the GP suggested that on the phone yesterday.)

I'm sure some of you will try to be helpful, but short of popping over here to help there really isn't anything you can do. I'm so upset and so alone. I can hardly ask my kids to pop round while he is in this mood and I have no other friends or family. 

Big fat zero.

Hello again. I bet you are all shocked to see me blogging again so soon. Unfortunately I haven't come up with anything to inspire. 

It was Mike's birthday yesterday, one of those "special" ones that end in '0'. He hasn't been feeling too good recently, some sort of virus he thinks that has knocked him off his feet for a couple of weeks with a bad chest, nausea and zero energy. He couldn't eat his birthday cake or enjoy a small beer. I think we'll have to postpone the celebrations until he is feeling better.  

Bad Lorna!

Well it has been a month since I blogged. Christmas is a far off memory and I didn't even wish you all a Happy New Year! 

Still I thought I would share with you all the photos of Toni and her gift. 

Left me have a taste.

Nose licking good.

Death shake!!!

I didn't hurt her.

Another quick taste.

A better death shake!!!!

Oh.

Oh dear.

Sorry mommy. 

The tennis ball lasted about 2 minutes and is now in the bin, the rabbit was re-stuffed and sewn and is now happily residing in Toni's toy bag. 

I'm currently struggling with my life as the "designated take care of people" person whilst simultaneously missing my brood of children. Not enough different voices in the house. 

I really must try and blog on a more regular basis. May be someone could suggest a theme.