The latest bulletin from our home-hospital is that Badger and I are going to have to shift bedrooms. This means my study will disappear to accommodate two double beds as I don’t dare share one with him anymore.
The problem is that he talks, roars, kicks, punches and swears in his sleep. This has got worse with the cancer (fairly obviously) as he is showing the fear he doesn’t when awake. Up til now, I have made a game of it, deciding where he is and who talking to and heading him off at the pass.
Example – he is shouting and swearing at someone about not mooring their ship in a particular place. No worries, been at sea, can play this game – Sorry, Chief, my fault. I should have told you that the other ship radioed in that she was stuck in Holland.
Simples! He swears a bit more and I ask the other guy to push off. Back to sleep everyone.
Unfortunately, he is getting more violent and the other night punched me so hard on the right side that my liver hurt for a while and I was nearly shoved out of bed. He didn’t mean it and was bewildered when I pulled his ear with a “Thank you so much”.
I can’t leave him alone in a room as he needs to wake me if he has a mini-stroke. OK, we have two double beds and my study once cleared out, will make a lovely bedroom for two folks, assorted cats and a dog. Face it, I don’t write much anymore and it will be better used as a large double with en-suite facilities and coffee maker! (Bloody knew I wouldn’t get to keep that to my self for long!)
Nobody said we’d do it all without some upheaval – I get my sitting room back too – remove the double bed from it and install seating!!!!