Tired

Hello Everyone:

A very sad Sunday. It’s hard to imagine that Kobe Bryant is gone. I remember seeing a few times during his playing days with the Lakers. When he was on his game, he was unstoppable. That’s the best memory I have of him. It also turned into another exercise in frustration with the carer. Her latest excuse is she’s unwell. Even worse, mum has to go an appoint on Wednesday afternoon. Frankly speaking if it were up to me, I would’ve told don’t bother anymore and found someone else. Once again I was right about the carer. I knew I couldn’t trust her for a reason. I also blame sis and mum who acted like she was their new best friend because she ticked off all the right boxes, instead of talking to other people before making any decisions. Fools. I told mum, you fix this problem because I need time off to live my life and after last week’s faux emergency, I don’t want to see another medic facility or speak to a health care provider for a while.  I’m tired, make that beyond tired, and no one seems to get it. I want to just take some time to myself.  I try to grab a block of time when I can but sometimes it’s too much effort. Meals are the worst because I can’t sit quietly and enjoy the food. It’s either the non-stop chatter or I have to spend a few minutes tidying up mum’s mess. Anyway, I’m exhausted and I need sleep.