Day #11 > TUESDAY 3rd NOVEMBER
Up around 08:45 & Mum & I walk Abel. She thinks I am another Tim & Bob is another Bob. I give her my truth but she is not convinced. We go through how I found her originally & she lights up. Good. This does seem to work. But hold on a minute, she still thinks there’s another Tim out there. . . .
I walk her through yesterday’s events with Bob & alcohol, & ask how he was this morning? She says he was a little blunt, but that’s nothing new. We chit-chat & all good although I am not the only Tim. She is content though.
Bob grumpy as heck. Ignores me at times. I decide enough’s enough & I pour the remaining sherry & whiskey down the sink myself so as far as I’m concerned there is zero alcohol in the house now & zero temptation for Bob – as despite pouring one bottle of whisky down the sink himself yesterday when Mum absolutely insisted that do it – despite his sad attempts to get her to do it – he was unable to complete the job & empty every bottle in the house. It’ll be interesting to see if there’s truly no alcohol on the property now. Bob said he didn’t sleep well; he was in the toilet 5-6 times, & wondered if our tummy’s were ok? I said they were fine & it was probably something he didn’t drink. Hoho 🤣 He ignores me.
I ask Bob about Mum’s meds – did she have them this morning? He says no, not yet. I say oh, it’s 9.45am – isn’t she supposed to start the day with them? He says no, just in the morning. Mmm.
We leave to vote. Bob grumpy. Still. We arrive & massive queue, so I go to enquire about jumping the queue for the disabled & sort out drive-through voting. Yep, for real! All good, although Mum struggles with the oversize Fischer-Price style iPad. We then go to pharmacy, then Krispy Kreme for sugar hit of coffee & donuts before finally on Publix so Bob can by some full-fat Pepsi. Detox?
We return, Mum & I walk Abel, see neighbour Bill. All good. No dizziness but Mum still not quite with it, as thinks we’ve just bought this house, which she’s lived in with Bob for around 25 years. When we return we have a cup of tea – which she loves – then she goes too to sort her clothes again. I sit in den on the laptop working. Bob finds my missing jumper on the bed – Hoorah!
2,.30pm as I’m typing now; Bob is watching the news with one eye & his tablet with the other. Standard. Mum has still not had her anti-depressant meds . . .
Despite everything I’ve written, I’ve tried to be attentive to Bob as I know he’ll be suffering. I offer help at every opportunity as I want him to feel love, rather than hate or judgement. He is hard work, granted, but I know inside it’s the right thing to do although I focus more on Mum & her well-being.
No more news! Quiet evening & Bob is trying to be chatty. But it’s an act. I go to bed as soon as I can. Nite nite all.
