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Too long since I blogged

19th January 2013

Posted by jakerleen

Its been way too long since I blogged, but so much has happened since the last post. Firstly Dave (hubby) had pneumonia in July and ended up in hospital on the 29th (our anniversary — some people will do anything to avoid buying flowers) because his meds dragged his immune system down. It was touch and go for a while there, but he's come good.  
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Saturday - so what's different.

15th December 2012

Posted by Blackdog_9354

It is a Saturday morning, not raining so that has to be a positive but for me as a Carer what's different? Nothing really, still the same routine, medication every hour, no conversation only with dog but never mind put the kettle on, make a cup of tea, dunk a few bikkies in and sure enough twenty minutes after getting up my other half is away with the fairies and asleep again.
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The values of a dog

14th December 2012

Posted by Blackdog_9354

When you are so involved in caring for someone 24/7 you do not get a lot of time to sit down and think properly about you - but I have just done exactly that. We live six miles out of Norwich in a village, back on to woods and open countryside which we access through a gate at the bottom of our garden.
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My safe space

10th September 2012

Posted by Suzette

Circumstances last month left me without access to my computer which meant I no longer had access to my only true mean of self expression. Yes although I fought against modern technology for years, password protection won out and now the only way i really feel safe is for me to vent my fears and frustrations to a keyboard.
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Sad but greatful

12th August 2012

Posted by Suzette

Recently I attended a function where I heard a young carer tell his story. It was breathtaking.  Listening to him recount how he helps to care for his sister and mother, the emotions he's experiencing, the frustration at not being able to do what his friends do floored me. Yes I could connect to everything this amazing young man was saying but what hurt more was the thought of the emotions his mother must have felt while he delivered his speech. My children could be classified as young carers too.
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Bit of a mix

09th August 2012

Posted by CrystalBlueWolf

Well where to start really, this month has been a mixture of busy and slow days.
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Roll with the punches

17th July 2012

Posted by Suzette

Do you remember the old rocky movies where he's training for a fight and he's pounding away at the punch bag, each blow as powerful as the last. Each punch succeeded by another and another and another... Didn't he ever get tired and just quit? That's me. That's my life throwing the punches. I'm the bag. Each blow coming fast and furiously taking my breath away barely giving me time to recover from the last till... Wham... I've been hit again. Each blow timed to hit just moments after I've recovered from the last. Each blow designed to hit me where it hurts the most.
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The disabled caring for the disabled

08th July 2012

Posted by CrystalBlueWolf

Well not really sure what to say this month, not a lot has happened really. We've started on getting the garden done but everything seems to be going wrong in my eyes. Originally we should have had it done by now. And we've spent WELL over budget too. But the stupid person in B&Q told us the wrong thing so in the end we ended up with the wrong slabs so they are too small so we had to order loads more, then we didn't have enough sand as the slabs were too small and thin so we needed more sand, more membrane etc etc etc.
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Moving stoicism

15th June 2012

Posted by Suzette

He was on the floor unable to get up and then he did. Seconds later he was collapsed in a heap again. This went on for what felt like hours, again and again until I could get him from the hall to our bedroom door and then I turned around and everything was just ten times worse. My beautiful nine year, my innocent little girl stood frozen watching the sight of her father battling his own body to move. I couldn't detract her attention away from him. She just stood, shocked. It was as if she too had been infected by the inability to move.
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The Strong Vulnerable

15th May 2012

Posted by Suzette

Vulnerability...its a double edged sword for me. I'm so strongly attracted to it when I see it in others. It's magnetic pull draws me in like a moth to the flame but the moment I see that vulnerability mirrored in myself I burn. It's hard separating the two. As always I seem to have one set of rules for myself and an opposing one for others.  When faced with someone who is vulnerable I am humbled. I don't see them as being weak, rather I see their strength in allowing others to see that side of them.
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