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Wow.

Many many months since my last post. I seemed to hit a wall, a wall that told me to stop writing all this shit for strangers and try to do something in the real world. More of that later.

I think I have realised most of this wasn't written for strangers at all, it was written for me. It  is a very useful release for what I may be feeling at the time. I am not a great one for  talking about problems to real people so typing about it and publishing it here does actually help.
I think it may be time to try again

New reader? Here's a very quick outline.

I am a very nearly 50 year old failed hippy. I care for my mum who has vascular dementia. We used to have a dog on wheels and a strange assortment of vehicles. There is a lovely old Gentleman, more of him later. I met the incredibly understanding and patient Sarah on the internet and I`m not letting her escape now.

If you have a few minutes to spare please have a read of some of the older posts.

First things first then. Where are we up to?

Mum is still gradually sliding away from reality
We have a new dog, Tess, who is mental.
Sarah is still lovely, as is the Lovely Gentleman
I am hugely overweight and have sprouted some interesting facial hair.
I am in the process of trying to engineer myself some kind of "online presence" (More of that later)

Here we go.

Last week I was visited by the rather nasty "norovirus" Three or four days of ingesting liquids just to have them exit superheated and slightly discoloured. With Sarahs help we got through the week, and even managed to sneak a night out on Saturday whilst the Lovely Gentleman Mummysat.

Unfortunately said virus is hugely contagious.
Both Sarah and Mum have been struck down.

Spent the night in the spare room to give Sarah "a little space" as her virus developed. Woke up to a very very distressed Mum, and something I have been preparing myself for but never really expected to happen.

Mum has the norovirus.

Pyjamas full of excrement.

There is nothing on earth that can prepare you for the first time you have to strip your mother and shower her. Neither of you want it to happen but both understand it is necessary.

Anyway, managed to get us both cleaned up and Mum back in to bed, which is where the word barrier comes into play once again. Mum trying to ask questions about why she feels like this and me trying to explain. Not easy.

Why should she drink fluids? surely they will make her worse?

This seems to be the general feeling at the moment.

Managed  to get her to take some Coconut Water, as suggested by @novembervivi over on the twitter so hopefully things will be a little better tomorrow.


Thats enough for one night. If you are new to this welcome to my world.