So here is the cynical post that you all know I am going to write (given the status update over at Blogaboutabloke Facebook).
I have been sick for the past 5 days. So sick that I have had to stay in bed. In fact, I slept for the WHOLE DAY yesterday, waking only to eat and then at 3pm when I realised I had to pick Braeden up from daycare.
Ryley has been sick also. He had to stay home on Monday he was so unwell.
I am rarely so sick that I can't get out of bed. And, even as I sit here typing this, I am at work, but should be at home, in bed, because to be honest, I feel like I am going to faint.
So, who cares about the carers, really? I don't get help. When I am sick, there is basically only David to help me. He has been too busy at work to help me out. So that leaves no one. I am not going to turn this post into a poor me one. No point in drowning in self-pity. BUT. It does raise a good point. How many people out there who care for people with a disability truly have people they can call upon to help them out when they need it?
I can't see too many hands raised there.
The point is, that Carer's week really doesn't do much to recognise what Carer's actually do. For me, it is almost like giving me a smiley stamp and saying "Good Job".
I would like more money please.
So I can PAY someone to care.
That is all.
Off my soap box. And really, should probably go home and back to bed. But, being the goddamn 'hero' I apparently am, I am going to pop a panadol and suck it up.
(I might even drink a cup of concrete and harden up).