A carer's life can take a dive into the gloom not through any of the caring duties being performed...but thanks to other random bits of shit that fly at the windows.
Normally, the window-shit business happens when a deranged fucker throws a loaf out to feed the birds. The people around here really need to watch that Hitchcock nature documentary, and learn about the dangers of feeding the birds.
A few things happened the other day. Well, that's a fucking lie for a start. They happened today. But I am hell-bent on blogging at least once in each calendar month...
Can I blog in a non-calendar month? The month of Cassowary.
Well, I'm writing this today and blogging it later in the week just to tie in with a change in the month from
September-it-is-pissing-down
to
October-it-is-still-pissing-down
and I can claim my monthly blogging challenge stamped, fulfilled, or sorted.
Things happened. They had nothing to do with dementia care. But I am still a dementia carer even if the things happening in front of me have nothing much to do with all of that.
The upshot. My mood took a dive. I'd accidentally bought a cake. Long story. Well. No. Okay. Maybe not that long. And I was just in a fucking mood from all this random shit that's happened recently. Especially today.
Here's another long story. I ate quarter of a cake. Fuck it, I am having that cake. This solved one problem - what to blog about. Other than that, no, the cake didn't lighten my mood. It just heavied my stomach somewhat.
Now I am in that border territory between feeling full and feeling ill. The battle, I hope, will end soon. One way or the other.
Moral? There isn't a fucking moral. I wanted that cake, and I chopped a quarter of it out with a pickaxe and a flamethrower. My mood improved eventually. Yes, this is the improved mood I am typing with.
If I need to lighten my mood, there's always more cake.
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