Today marks a month since Mr RK was readmitted back into hospital. Technically he was only discharged for a day before being readmitted - so I guess the actual time he has been in hospital (and now the hospice) is more like 6 weeks. He has been in the hospice now for 2 weeks and it's looking like he will be there indefinitely.
In the meantime I've had various relatives and friends come to stay, but yesterday a friend came round who hadn't seen the house before and I did the usual 'tour' and said 'this is my room' when we got to the bedroom, when I would normally say 'our room' if that makes sense. I'm quite scared by the subtle shift in my perception that I am already living in the house alone and I suppose it kind of showed me that I have accepted that mr RK probably wont be coming back.
Now i have written that I have made myself sad. I am so fed up of everything at the moment. I have been back to work for 2 weeks but am working shorter hours. I want my normal life back but I know that can only happen at a very hefty cost. The living in limbo seems like hell but I know there are worse times to come. I know I will get through this and be a stronger person but I just want to woe a bit. Woe is me and my stupid life. Someone needs to shake me awake and tell me to stop wittering.
Thanks for reading.
RK x