Last night

Last night wasn’t much better than the previous night. I asked the husband whether he’d like to talk, because he’d had quite a trying day getting his medication delivered to the right pharmacy.

I think I got his frustration with the medical profession and his frustration with me. It was difficult.

Glue-brain didn’t take long to set in, but I fought it – not entirely successfully, but enoughb to prevent my brain fusing solid.

It seems that he’s stressed because he doesn’t know what we are working towards. Aside from listing the options and saying which ones I prefer (sometimes staying in the house … sometimes getting separate flats – depending on how besieged I’m feeling at the time).

Seems that he really needs certainty, and after about two or three hours we settled on staying in the house.

I was bloody exhausted, so I put my T-gel on (I thought I’d try two pumps because I have a busy day tomorrow), took my pills, added a sleeper, a beta-blocker, and some CBD gummies and went to bed. He wasn’t long behind me – I wanted to cuddle but I couldn’t with my sticky shoulders.

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Clean up

I dropped him at the station where he would take the train to Manchester. I hope he has fun. I don’t feel that I can because there was no space to talk about that last night or this morning, but that’s ok.

Then I drove to the flat and, from there, cycled to the office, where I am keeping the bike until there’s somewhere safe to keep it at home.

Catching the bus back to the flat, I cleaned the rest of the morning vacuuming, dusting, and cleaning the flat to within an inch of it’s life! I was too tired by the end to feel much of anything – and hungry!

After dropping the keys off, I popped into an Indian café for a tiffin (picture at the end of the post).

The curry and the rice were worth the wait, however the bread was a bit greasy.

Since my counsellor is going to be coming to the house, and since I find I really like talking when sat on the floor, I bought a rug! Most likely it will stay rolled up when not in use: beagles are stinky dogs!

Talking of stinky dogs, I am taking her ladyship to the beauty parlour this evening. This is the first time that she’s been, I hope she likes it. She not going to look any different, but I really hope that she smells a little better and we get a break from her fur shedding. I am surprised that there’s any Darcy left because you’d could make a whole new dog from her hairs everywhere.

That was to have been my last job today, however, despite this being a day off and tomorrow too, there is some sort of crisis at work and I have to do something.

Last note of the day: I’m not aware of the extra testosterone giving me any extra energy so far. Maybe one off T boosts don’t actually do very much.