I am slowly improving. Does that make me sound like a lump of dough? Oh hang on, think thats called proving. My mistake, of which I am making a few lately! The biggest one being getting dates wrong. Dates that I should double check!!! *sigh* I had booked tickets to see Stephen Merchant at Bristol Colston Hall. Had the date fixed in my mind, 22nd October, and had cajoled son into coming up from Plymouth to accompany me. His friend had also asked him to go and see said comic in Plymouth but Rob said no, he was going with his Mum :o). Anyway, Friday 21st arrived and I was about to go out, picked up the evening paper from the mat, and there on the front was a review for the gig. Nooooo! Surely not!! I rushed into the kitchen and checked the tickets and sure enough, Thursday 20th. I am soooo cross with myself. I was really looking forward to this, plus I haven't been out with Rob alone for ages. (I have to fight for him with Becky and Rich when he comes home.) Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks!!
Okay, back to my physical health! I am scared. I will admit it. I don't feel ill like I did when the flare first arrived, but get tired so much more easily. It doesn't take much to send me scurrying back to the settee armed with painkillers, for another nap or rest. I think I need to try and push through it, but really don't want to end up feeling like I did 4 weeks ago. So far I have had 3 weeks off work and I really need to get back on my feet and living "normally" again. The fear is holding me back, which on one hand is a good thing, but on the other hand, I really don't want to stay at this point. Hmmmm.
Dad is home from hospital, his kidneys are now the primary concern. He is not good. I keep trawling the internet trying to determine what stage he is at, seeing what he should and shouldn't be eating/drinking, what I should be looking out for etc. The realisation will sink in when I let it that I can't save him. He is old, and I have to accept it. He is back to not eating properly, plus he has trouble swallowing the food. I think he is only drinking because the consultants and Matthew and I keep impressing upon him how important it is. My Dad has always been a fighter, but he is being overcome by something that has gotten hold and is stronger than his will. It is hard to watch :o(
My sis has had her eye removed, and the scans have shown she is clear from cancer in the rest of her body. Thankfully, a month after being diagnosed, she has been treated and is ok, needing no further treatment other than the follow up and "colouring in of her eyeball". There have been many discussions as to whether she should have a different coloured eye fitted, a dragon picture instead of eye etc. She has been strong and come through it all with humour and courage.
I think that is about it. Half term has arrived, Becky typically is lying in bed watching Friends, and Rich has gone to the opening of the enormously gigantic Tesco with his friend. It is the second biggest Tesco Extra in the country - aren't we lucky! Not sure what it is going to do to the rest of the shopping centre, but there you go, money and a big name count for everything. I can't be totally against it because I will go and buy clothes, books and such from it. Books, lots of them :o)
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