Down the Drain

I thought my disaster days were over.

Today I started to cook lunch with the best of intentions. While something was heating in the oven, I had a clear-up in the kitchen. I took some dirty dishes to the sink, but the sink was already full. With the old dishwasher, I got into the habit of soaking everything before washing it.

So, I had to put the soaked contents of the sink in the dishwasher. Only problem was, the dishwasher had clean dishes in it from the last time. So the first task was to put these dishes away. I use a Pyrex  measuring jug to make my porridge each day, so got two of these jugs out of the dishwasher to put into the cupboard. Then, disaster struck. I must have misjudged the distance to the shelf, and one of the bowls fell onto the ground and immediately shattered into 1000 pieces. All over the floor, things that had been left on the floor, the cats’ food bowls, the works. I’m shrieking at all this.

No reaction from wife, who is next door in the lounge. I later learn she is happily listening to music, complete with earphones.

So, I’m left to clear everything. Fortunately I remembered where the dustpan and brush were – the hoover clogs in 2 seconds flat when confronted with broken glass, so started brushing the floor. It probably took about fifteen minutes, I had to do it sitting on a stool, moving the stool around. It was difficult to stop my dodgy leg from messing up the pile of glass I’d just swept up and was trying to manoeuvre into the dustpan. I had to fix the dustpan with my feet, because of course I only have one hand available.

Everything which had been in contact with the glass had to be cleaned, so all the cats’ things went into the sink. Well, except the sink was still full.

You can imagine how fatigued I was, doing all this. (And while sorting it, the oven had long since beeped to tell me that lunch was prepared.) I’m doing my  best not to lose my temper. It finally gave way when I’m trying to access the taps to re-fill the sink, except I can’t because somebody (might well have been me) had left some pans on the draining board to block my pathway to the tap. The pans were hurled across the kitchen. One of them then broke a couple of gin glasses belonging to my wife, but by them I didn’t give a shit. More work, collateral damage. I gave up on the idea of lunch, for the moment at least.

I finally had some lunch after probably an hour or so. Cold. Shit. The trouble is, the injections I take require me to eat something. At least I’d calmed down. I have to eat – I take insulin so if I skip a meal, I’m fucked.

In the middle of all this, I’m raging at how useless my wife was, I could have really used some help, and she is responding in kind, thinking I broke her glasses deliberately. Once everything was calm, I had to order two replacement glasses, plus of course a replacement Pyrex jug. What a brilliant way to spend my disability benefit, and to spend an afternoon overall.

That she didn’t give a shit, left me to clear it all up on my own, was disappointing. That we will now not speak for the rest of the week even moreso.

Author: Stroke Survivor UK

Formerly, designed and developed IT systems for banks, but had a stroke in 2016, aged pre-50! I have returned to developing from home, but some of my time is also spent volunteering with the UK charities Age UK ( and the [UK] Stroke Association (

3 thoughts on “Down the Drain”

  1. Oh dear. That sounds awful! But the same things happen here too! One time, I was so exasperated, I threw a tray with cold leftovers on it right down the bloody stairs. I really do know what it is like to lose it in the end. And my husband doesn’t give a shit either. Fucking bastard! Lol

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    1. It’s funny, isn’t it? And you realise that when even our partner’s don’t understand, it’ll never happen with the rest of the world. She leaves her clothes in the bathroom and doesn’t realise that I’ll trip on them and she’ll find me dead in the bath!
      Got to die of something I suppose but that’s so stupid.

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      1. I have EXACTLY the same oriblems. I was wanting to get out yesterday but coukdn’t. Vthat was what was wring with me, nu nearky went bloody insane!

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