Tomato and pesto pasta; berry flapjack and ice cream

I got a decent-ish sleep last night, by dint of taking morphine before I went to sleep so the pain didn’t wake me at 1am. Instead I woke up just after 3am, decided I needed to go to the loo and, in the darkness of a rural early morning, nearly walked into mum, who was heading in the same direction. Oops! 😬

Despite sleeping OK, I struggled to wake up this morning and have felt tired and uninspired all day, to the extent that mum noticed (unusual for her, as her natural state of being permanently self-absorbed has only been worsened by her memory problems) and sympathised that “it’s not easy, is it?” 🥺

A short while afterwards she noted that the reason I often feel hot in bed is that there’s “so much stuff” in my room, and maybe we could tidy it up together? I decided that I couldn’t be bothered to point out again that that “stuff” is pretty much everything I own, and that I don’t have any else to store it but on the floor or the sofa, so just changed the subject. 🤷‍♂️

I did some online shopping – some new shoes and sheets for mum, and a new coat and a duvet cover, both heavily reduced (which is the only way I buy anything for myself), for me; rescued a large and rather dozy¹ queen wasp from our porch, and coloured numerous pictures on my phone to make my brain stop moaning at me that it’s miserable, which I know but can’t do anything much about. 😥

Then I had to think of something for dinner, as yesterday was last day of the week’s meal plan and I have neither enthusiasm nor imagination today to do a new one. It ended up being pasta, with a sauce of cherry tomatoes with the end of a jar of pesto and various other odds and sods which I added trying to balance the flavour: mum likes her tomato sauces to be sweet but I added a bit too much sugar and had to try and pull it back. The end result was still rather too sweet for me but mum liked it and, as my main aim for most meals is to persuade mum to eat something that isn’t coffee ice cream, that’s a victory for the day. 🏆

Then we finished the berry pudding from last night, mum did the washing up while I wrote this post, then I’ll go back to my colouring until I can return to bed in the hope I’ll feel less meh tomorrow. 🤞

1. So dozy that, when I tapped on the glass container to encourage her to fly away, she instead plummeted to the step and staggered in circles until mum moved her to a plant where she could wake up in safety. ↩︎