Gosh, it’s only two minutes since the last Monday. isn’t it? That’s what it feels like this week, anyway! Time is galloping away – and not to my pleasing, either!
The weekend was an uphill struggle for John. He is still not clear of the alimentary hindrance and no amount of coaxing and cajoling so far has done the trick. Visits from District Nurses, although they are all cheery and good fun, have nonetheless been met with an intestinal stubborn refusal.
We had a quiet day on Saturday and lived in hope – but not a lot else went on, other than watching the Rugby World Cup. On Sunday, I went to church for a change, leaving John in bed, and then when I got back, I informed him that the Kenilworth Newbies had decided to call in and bring Brunch.
Well, that was very nice and we were settling in nicely to family chaos when the doorbell rang and Linda and Bryan called in, full of great advice on how one might get things to shift. Linda had brought some sparkling water and ginger cordial. “It might help,” she said, with her fingers firmly crossed. We all crossed our fingers too. We think it might be helping a bit as John is no longer in discomfort from that particular part of his anatomy.
After Linda and Bryan had left, we finished our family Brunch and generally nattered and played with the children before the Kenilworth Newbies were on their way to Danielle’s brother’s house for a barbecue.
John, Andrew and I settled down to watch wall-to-wall rugby for the rest of the day – something we all enjoyed. As the early evening drew in, I suddenly felt under the weather. I glanced up and found that some of the TV screen was missing. Oh, bother! I lay down on the sofa with my eyes closed for a while. Nah – that didn’t help. “I think I’ll lay down on my bed for a bit,” I said, and removed myself from the lounge and the Scotland vs South Africa match.
I lay down for about half an hour, and the weird stuff in front of my eyes went off – only to be replaced by a massive headache. I came downstairs, had a couple of paracetamol, fully intending to help sort John’s medication out at bedtime, but no – by half past nine I was done for – and I missed the rest of the Wales vs Fiji match. Andrew played nanny at bedtime instead – he, he!
John was up and at ’em this morning, bringing me a cup of tea in bed. Great ideas on how he was going to spend the day and what he was going to do on the car. Alas, the plans went to dreamland. John has been woozy from his medication all day and spent most of it asleep on the sofa. He’s trying to avoid taking too much medication, but what can you do? In pain down his hip, thigh and lower leg, the prescribed dose keeps the discomfort at bay – but it doesn’t help keep the sand man away!
Let’s see what tomorrow brings – we’ve got various consultations: the oncologist, the GP and an assessment by the MacMillan Nurse – which might bring us closer to compos mentis. Hope so anyway.
Take care everyone. God bless.
I think this happens doesn’t it, when you finally give in, all the stress manifests itself in some form, possibly a migraine do you think? You’ll have to monitor the situation. As ever, sending positive vibes to you both and hope the various consultations prove helpful xxx