OK, a lot has happened in the last 24 hours. My step-dad has been taken ill in hospital.
He went on a fifteen mile run and got back just before dinner, he said he wasn't feeling well and took himself off to bed, where he was sick. Then he started getting severe chest pains and we had to call him an ambulance, the ambulance came and took him to hospital, my mum followed up in the car.
So it was just me and my brothers, I told Jodie what had happened via Facebook and text Robert. He was at Adam's friend Terry's house having a meal, but agreed to come over afterwards, which ended up being 10.45pm, Richard (my step-dad) got taken at 5.30pm. Oh well thought, better late than never.
I kept myself busy, keeping the brothers occupied and doing the washing up, which as you can imagine, with six people after a full Sunday roast was no small feat! Putting the boys to bed and watching a bit of TV.
My mum got back around midnight, and went to bed straight away, Me and Robert watched a little bit of TV then went to bed also. He mentioned Adam, or one of Adams friends in every single conversation and it was hard for me not to tell him to 'shut up,' but I don't want to make things worse do I?
My mum woke me up at 10am to come and look after my brothers. They had done some tests on Richard in the night and she needed to get up to the hospital.
My brothers are doing my head in at the moment. James who is 7, is a complete wind up merchant and knows exactly where to get me, Ben who is 5 can be lovely, but sometimes just copies everything James does, and that's when it gets troublesome, Joseph, 9, is fine, a total Angel, most of the time.
Ben has just informed me that he has bought a pet dog online, I only hope that isn't true, he is very clever with the internet. I've just told him he needs Money, so he is currently checking Roberts coat pockets for spare change, luckily Robert is still in bed! Not that there was any change in there!
I can hear Robert moving about in my bedroom, probably doing his make-up.
I know I should be, and I was yesterday, but I don't feel very worried about Richard at the moment, Liam has been texting me constantly to check how he is, so has Jodie, Kerri has asked over Facebook, I just feel like, I know he will be fine.
My mood has been pretty standard for the last few days, just at the Normal but a little, irritated, agitated and sometimes a bit angry stage. I fear its going to plummet soon, or rocket, one of the two. I also don't know why, but I feel like I am controlling it, like I am somehow holding up a barrier to depression and mania, and its taking all my energy.
My mum comes home, and I exhaustedly fall asleep on the sofa, only to be woken, when we are all about to leave. My mum takes us all, including Robert to Mcdonalds, then drops me and Robert off at his house and the boys to see Richard.
I'm staying at Roberts as I have an appointment with my Careworker, Sharon the next morning and its easier for me to meet her in that town. Me and Robert curl up on the sofa and watch TV all night.
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