Don't get me wrong. I love him dearly and know how lucky I am to still have him with me after two recent serious infections but during Lockdown when all outpatients and GP appointments were cancelled there was a feeling of calm and no pressure.
Last week the phone was ringing every day with rescheduled appointments etc., and I suddenly started to feel anxious which is most unlike me.
So, this morning I've driven DH to the GP surgery for his B12 jab, tomorrow morning it will be off to the fishing tackle shop then down to the river to meet his friends. I then get a few hours of 'me' time which will mean housework or maybe an expeditionary trip to Aldi, armed with mask, gloves, gel etc. I'll then pick him up again at 4.30pm.
Thursday I'll be driving back to the surgery to collect a prescription that wasn't ready today.
Friday will be an early morning conference call with one of the consultants from Addenbrookes.
I shouldn't moan but when I looked on facebook this morning I saw some lovely pics of DD, on holiday in Snowdonia, sitting in a hot tub, glass of bubbly in hand, gazing at the mountain view.
I sighed and muttered, 'I wish something nice would happen.' DH's reply? 'Why, has something horrible happened?'
He just doesn't get it.
we really do need a middle of the night moderator