I made tonight’s evening meal and brought it through to the bedroom, ready to feed MW (she spends 18+ hours a day in bed so, inevitably, some meals are taken in the bedroom). As I walked into the room, I called MW’s name and told that her meal was ready. No reply. I called again, louder. No reply. MW was lying there, eyes closed, unresponsive. No word of a lie, reader, I almost shit. I thought the worst.
MW has MS. A common symptom of MS is fatigue. MW was merely asleep.
But that’s where my head’s at. All the time.
A Husband For A Carer 