The health stuff is a disgrace.
DH is waiting for the sleep clinic - strongly suspected it's sleep apnea (and horrendous restless legs) which is having a horrific effect on all of us - mainly me probably as I get him snoring and spluttering and leg kicking all night and then snoring and nodding off all day. Means he's not meant to be driving any significant distance - and we were due the appointment for that early April... that ended up being by telephone - and then they were going to sort out us getting the home assessment kit... which obviously has not happened.
DD2 had had squint surgery which was successful, had a short course of patching to rectify a lazy eye slipping again - and then the vision started to deteriorate markedly in her good eye. She was due an urgent review and full vision test with the refractive stuff and eye drops end of March... hasn't happened... now the squint is returning, she's reporting she can't see to read her school books - and she's getting these horrendous headaches where her vision blurs completely.
GP blamed the headaches on me being a neurotic parent stressing her out about Covid.
She also was absolutely terrified of anything floating or flying in the air at one point to the point she would refuse to leave the house... thankfully we've got over that one ourselves; couldn't sleep because she had too much sad in her brain and was just walking into rooms and bursting into inconsolable tears... I fought tooth and nail and school finally classed her (very grudgingly) as vulnerable to be allowed into their provision.
Oh yeah and her speech (she has verbal dyspraxia) had deteriorated horrifically. We spent a year+ having fairly intensive private SALT because the NHS therapist we were allocated was shocking (I'm on a SALT degree and the staff there, who are all registered therapists themselves, were horrified when I told them) and hours and hours of home practice... and she lost so much fluency to the point she was struggling to find and motor plan words... and a good year and a half of phonological progress in terms of sounds she was saying that slipped completely and were no longer being said properly. I think we're going to need to put her back into therapy again (she'd been discharged) - at huge cost assuming her therapist has space these days... or I'm going to be getting some clinical experience with my own child! Oh yeah and uni exams and assessments in the middle of watching one child unravel and the other just meltdown constantly over the fact there was no longer the compartmentalised division between school and home that meant she could cope with her life very effectively.
No wonder, reading it all laid out - that I'm all coped out and running on beyond empty. I can't blame people who saw the travel restrictions lifted and booked a quick getaway to Spain and are now fucked. My nerves are shot and now the kids are kind of doing OK - I've plummeted into having severe panic attacks every time I think of going somewhere and dealing with Covid measures - which of course my fucked up mind translated to masks and even looking at one sets me off now... so I'm now back under house arrest basically! Fun fun fun!
Oh yeah and our neighbour is an utter knob who is drilling into walls at 8.15 at night - and with my mental health being as fucked as it is - I become acutely oversensitive to sound and touch.
Oh yeah and I've got 3 exams in 3 weeks! Yay! (Actually doing revision notes is stressing me out but paradoxically keeping me sane as I cope when I have a focus to drive through with)