Sue's Birthday.
Work.
Pleasant enough day, regular customers in the morning. Tony whose wife has dementia came in, he has been told she has only a few weeks as she is slipping away. I feel so sorry for him, Margaret too, his wife, but what life she's had this last few years isn't a life. If it was me I'd want someone to do a "One Flew over the Cuckoo Nest" and smother me with a pillow. I wouldn't want to be a burden and I wouldn't want to "live" that way. It's so sad, dementia is a cruel, cruel disease.
Sunday.
Work.
The bus this week turned up with a driver ( shock horror!) But that got us to work on time. All round a good day, customers were generally in a good mood.
I was in a lot of pain, and had to give in and take some Solpadine at break, but I'm well used to hiding it, so no one knew apart from Kev and Tracey Brewer, who understands because she is also used to constant pain.
Unfortunately, it continued into the night and interrupted my sleep a bit. Glad for a rest day on Monday. Poor Kev had a shitty night too, he had restless legs and had to get up a couple of times. Ah, the joys of getting older...
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