How much more?
Jun 21, 2012 9:27:32 GMT
Post by gilliem on Jun 21, 2012 9:27:32 GMT
Some of this is bordering on farcical, the rest is just plain miserable. At the beginning of the week I realised that the fridge part of my kitchen fridge-freezer wasn't cold. I spent the rest of the day cooking rice pud to salvage what was left of the milk and stuffing a very small drinks fridge left in our garage by Philippa with fridge contents as well as filling a freezer bag + freezer blocks. Ordering a new fridge on line took more time and the firm couldn't deliver until Friday.
Yesterday I fetched a month's worth of Tommy's dosset boxes from the pharmacy, got home and realised that 2 newly prescribed drugs hadn't been included. More sorting out to organise.
I'm gradually gathering the team of helpers around me that I need just to be able to stay in this house now Tommy has Alzheimer's, but the lad who cuts the grass every fortnight turned up yesterday absolutely grey in the face, on a huge dose of flucloxacillin, but insisted on doing the grass with me watching wondering whether he was going to keel over at the top of the garden. As he was driving out, his heavy vehicle drove over the top of a manhole cover at the top of our drive and the damned thing exploded into about eight pieces despite being made of metal. Richard came straight back to find me and tell me what had happened. He'll pay for the replacement, but I'll have to order it and get it delivered here. It'll be over £100 because that's what the last one to break up cost.
I 'phoned my only, younger sister in the evening as I'd encouraged her to have a chest x-ray because of a tickly, persistent cough and I knew it was to be done on Wednesday. She hadn't 'phoned me because she "didn't want to spoil my day." She has cancer in both lungs. I'm assuming this is secondary as her cervical cancer was successfully treated 18 months ago and she's never smoked in her life. I'm devastated! She has to have aggressive chemo ASAP and wanted to know whether I'd still love her without hair! I said I'd make her a pretty hat. I just don't know how to go on any more. I can tell Tommy why I'm miserable, but 5 minutes later he's forgotten. There just doesn't seem to be anything left to look forward to except the arrival of Philippa and Owen's first baby next January, but that's a hell of a long way away.
Yesterday I fetched a month's worth of Tommy's dosset boxes from the pharmacy, got home and realised that 2 newly prescribed drugs hadn't been included. More sorting out to organise.
I'm gradually gathering the team of helpers around me that I need just to be able to stay in this house now Tommy has Alzheimer's, but the lad who cuts the grass every fortnight turned up yesterday absolutely grey in the face, on a huge dose of flucloxacillin, but insisted on doing the grass with me watching wondering whether he was going to keel over at the top of the garden. As he was driving out, his heavy vehicle drove over the top of a manhole cover at the top of our drive and the damned thing exploded into about eight pieces despite being made of metal. Richard came straight back to find me and tell me what had happened. He'll pay for the replacement, but I'll have to order it and get it delivered here. It'll be over £100 because that's what the last one to break up cost.
I 'phoned my only, younger sister in the evening as I'd encouraged her to have a chest x-ray because of a tickly, persistent cough and I knew it was to be done on Wednesday. She hadn't 'phoned me because she "didn't want to spoil my day." She has cancer in both lungs. I'm assuming this is secondary as her cervical cancer was successfully treated 18 months ago and she's never smoked in her life. I'm devastated! She has to have aggressive chemo ASAP and wanted to know whether I'd still love her without hair! I said I'd make her a pretty hat. I just don't know how to go on any more. I can tell Tommy why I'm miserable, but 5 minutes later he's forgotten. There just doesn't seem to be anything left to look forward to except the arrival of Philippa and Owen's first baby next January, but that's a hell of a long way away.