It's been a rough week. Community Don't Care are battering us yet again. I'm tired. I'm sleep deprived. I'm fed up and really not very user friendly at the moment. My lifeline has been cut. One night a week we had a nurse look after Rory. It meant a full night's sleep. A glass of wine. A life. Three weeks ago, the nurses stopped coming, just like that. No word. No communication, nothing. The HSE informed the nurses their services were no longer needed. Nobody called us. Nobody asked if Rory's situation had changed. Nothing.
I know I need to get my fighting boots on but my soul is tired. I'm battle worn and low on victories. I'm out of words so I'll let this song say it, while I re-charge my flat battery and dust off my flak jacket.