Chicken curry, sweetcorn, naan bread

I’m going to try to keep this post as short as today has been long. It started at about 5am, with mum knocking on my door to tell me she didn’t want to go to church (“that’s tomorrow, mum, go back to sleep”), then started again two hours later with a second knock on the door to say her chest was hurting.

I was 95% certain the problem was anxiety, but you don’t mess around with chest pain so I called 999. Mum must have felt truly unwell as she didn’t argue, and just laid in bed until the ambulance arrived.

The paramedics gave mum a thorough check over and found no obvious cause for concern, so I ushered them out while mum settled back for some more sleep. I was too wound up to even try to sleep, so I have spent the day running on sleep deprivation and caffeine.

The only other real news is that my BIL is coming to stay later in the month. Mum’s thrilled; I’m pleased but must admit that my first thought was “oh good, more work for me”. 😬🙄

Dinner was a butter chicken curry from Tesco, which came in a kind of kit with marinated chicken, a sachet of curry sauce, and some crispy onions. I always find Tesco curries to be depressingly lacking in flavour, and this one didn’t buck (or cluck) the trend – the flavour, if any, was so subtle it was drowned out by the taste of the accompanying sweetcorn.

So there’s that. I’m going to try for an early night as I’m expecting an early start tomorrow: while I hope mum will wake up keen to go to church, a family friend I have been exchanging messages with for the past few days has reminded me that depression is often worse in the mornings, so I think it’s pretty likely mum will wake up miserable and not wanting to do anything except stay in bed.

Atm, and for a very different reason, I find myself rather in agreement with that sentiment.