Hubby is home from hospital but quite confused. He has eight different pills to take. I must try not to talk too much as he has been used to peace and quiet.
Something has made the BBC channels change. We now get London instead of South.
Any change makes life more difficult for him but he has, at last, had a shower.
I may be off line for a while.
Hubby still in hospital as there is no care package available. Just one of many! The dog and I are keeping each other company. If I didn’t have him I would be going round the bend.
I don’t feel imaginative enough to be creative at present so there’s no writing getting done, not even poems. I’m watching stupid rubbish on the box in the evenings and going to visit most days of the week.
I got so fed up watching the cleaners mop the ward floors I actually did our kitchen and bathroom today, something I only usually do when they are muddy.
Must try to find another radio station now Radio 2 has nothing on for the over 50’s.
So many friends and relatives seem to have needed to go to hospital over Christmas. We were lucky. Hubby has been in for a fortnight and is due home next week with a care package. Our local hospital has been very good, although I have only seen nurses and physios. The doctors must have more urgent cases to deal with.
We missed Christmas completely as he went in Christmas Eve. I have minced turkey in the freezer and one third of a Christmas cake left!
He is coming out with a walking frame for indoor use and will not be allowed to drive. I haven’t told him yet. It seemed to have been a combination of things that knocked him out but I am trying to get as many aids as I can, including a riser sofa for us both as I have trouble getting out of our present one, too. Heart, lungs, ears and concentration all seem to have deteriorated at once. It’s no fun getting old.
We are fasting today as we caught a tummy bug this week, just when all the family get togethers were being arranged. It’s almost like Covid all over again. I had presents wrapped and meals organised and it all has to stop. Life is really testing us at present and all we can hope for is that it gets better in 2023.
The family have promised to come and see us in the New Year so we must look forward to that. I know a lot of people are worse off than us but being ill spoils everything. If one could do something to cure the problems it would make one feel more in control. Nothing that used to amuse and entertain seems to work any more.
I think I’ll have to write a poem about it. That usually does the trick. I expect by next post I’ll be more cheerful. We can only hope. If I don’t write before the 25th I wish you all a Happy Christmas.
Today we had anpther jab for Covid. We spend more time at the doctor’s than anywhere else at present.
I get so breathless going shopping I decided to do a photo calendar for everyone in the family this year and choosing thirteen photos was quite a task.
I don’t expect they will all be happy with my selection but I took them off my phone and some people pop up more than others, namely our granddaughter. Her mother doesn’t like me to put photos of her on line so I won’t. There is so much talk about what happens on social media and with scams. It’s enough to make one want to tuck one’s head inside one’s shell and just let the world go by.
I can’t believe how it has taken over people’s lives until they just cannot live without the connection. My mobile phone is for calls and photos and a tiny bit of surfing when I ask Google about stuff – usually medical. I know too much knowledge is dangerous so I have written to the doctor to ask if we are on the correct pill regime.
When you read the instructions in the packets they say don’t take these with these and frighten you with possible side effects. So far we aren’t suffering but time will tell. On Twitter they asked ‘when did you feel old?’ and I replied at 80. I keep getting helped on and off buses. Well, there’s no going back so we just plod on.
Just ticking over and trying to solve one issue each day. Now I have a rollator I don’t get so out of breath when I go to the shops. I also walk slightly quicker. Trouble is, I don’t want to take the dog on those trips so he’s not getting out so much. He doesn’t really mind, just as he doesn’t seem to care what we feed him with. We couldn’t get the Senior pouches he usually has for breakfast so I got different tins and he woofed them. I think he likes Naturo best but we also give him fish and rice and chicken and rice and scrambled egg and he’s always licking the bowl afterwards.
We are both over Covid but I have some new symptoms. I managed to book an appointment with the doctor for Monday. I think I might be diabetic but won’t know until I get a blood test. Everything I eat or drink tastes funny so it could be something else.
Reading my latest short story to the Sea Scribes writing group this afternoon. Much less exhausting than the supermarket shop we did yesterday. I don’t like the idea of getting stuff delivered so we will keep going once a week for as long as possible.
I’ll try to find a different image for this post.
Maybe I’m being unrealistic but I’m beginning to give up with doctors. Our surgery won’t let us go in to book a consultation and now the appointment with a London hospital is supposed to take place on video, or the phone. One begins to think it isn’t worth bothering. I’m trying to look after our health by checking on line.
The consultant just sent some pills for hubby that have side effects that say they mustnt be given to anyone with heart problems and he has heart problems. That, after the hospital giving him statins that can cause lung disese – and they have!
What is going on?
Hubby is mowing the lawn in this heat! Goodbye dandelions. He shouldn’t really be doing it with his breathing problems but he’s stubborn and wont ask for help.
I am trying to connect with a support group but he may not want to know. Trying to think up low salt meals to help our conditions isn’t easy. It was bad enough trying to slim but now it is even more difficult. Neither of us can walk far without getting breathless.
My horoscope says ‘don’t worry.’ Let’s hope it fits. The photo is the garden with the grass cut!
Saw the nurse on Friday and she syringed my ears so I can now hear again. They do ache a little but she suggested a touch of vasaline would ease the itching so I have tried that.
I have lost the eraser I use when doing the codeword puzzles so I mustn’t make amy mistakes! The ones on the end of the pencils go black too quickly.
Hubby has made a cake for the Friendship Centre tea party on Thursday so now I need to buy more raisins and currants.
It is beautifully sunny so I have put our money tree out in the garden. I hope it doesn’t get nibbled by creatures.
Now to send off the poem I wrote for our group anthology. Could I have turned a corner?
I posted too soon about the rat. The dead one might be gone but I think there are still some live ones under the house! We both heard movement under the bathroom last night.
I have contacted a pest control service and they are coming next week.
Meawhile we had our first hospital visit yesterday – for a lung function test. Of course, due to covid I couldn’t go in but the car park had more spaces than usual so it was a quick appointment. Next trip is a CT scan. We should get all the results in May. Meanwhile hubby is getting more and more out of breath and his foot is swelling up so he can’t get a sock on. I guess we are much less urgent than covid patients but it is very frustrating – not knowing what to do to make things better.
Next door said they can hear him coughing when he gets up in the night. Luckily it doesn’t seem to disturb the dog.
Now to sort the rubbish. We are in the middle of a refuse strike. Everything seems to be going wrong at once!