I remember that as one of the phrases my grandma used to use. Seems very appropriate for a week where I've had to rush back and forth to hospital for dh who's had a brain bleed and is undergoing all sorts of tests. As people might remember, I'm ASD and so's he, and of course hospitals are a sensory nightmare for both of us anyway. So much for routine, my needs, his needs or anything else. Just sort of surviving at the moment. It made me wonder how much training any hospital has in caring for those with an ASD. They've been good, but it's like trying to recover in the midst of a warzone of noise, smells, people doing unexpected and fairly unexplained tests etc. We had to be really firm with the consultant and say "no, he can't handle that", at one stage which was respected.
I'm so tired....