Usually following on from when he has done too much. He has had a day of feeling totally washed out. Hate to see him with this level of fatigue because it makes you remember how ill he is – not that you ever exactly forget.
Its rather like a huge depression hits the house, understand of course what there is to be depressed about. The phrase dont worry it’ll never happen is of course rather redundant. The hardest part i find is the whole day can go by without a civil word being spoken. It feels as though you are towing round a permanent black cloud.
The good news is they dont often last more than a couple of days, so hopefully by Thursday he will be talking in words of more than one syllable. At the moment we are still at grunt stage interspersed with occasional words.
Good news now early evening and the gloom has partially lifted- slight worry in that he seems to now have an allergic reaction to something which has caused his left eye to partially swell up and a small rash to appear above and through his eyebrow. Combined with the uber short hair , he now looks as though he has been in a fight . Either that or I have finally snapped and hit him with the proverbial frying pan ( only tempted occasionally I swear and never actioned). New drugs now actioned with the antihistamine in full flow.










