Several things have happened lately that have made me wonder. Bs liquid food delivery came. For some reason, it was double the amount. It was stacked on a shelf in the garage. I thought the shelf looked dodgy so looked for something to shore it up. As I turned away, the shelf crashed down. Heavy boxes fell onto some of my vases, smashing them. One, a 70 th birthday present made of crystal , exploded, shooting glass shards everywhere. Liquid food snaked its way amongst the debris. Luckily, I was not hurt. Unfortunately, the car was. After using over an hour of my respit time to clear up the mess, I went out shopping. When I got back, there was more liquid food in the hall. It had been delivered by the chemist due a prescription from the doctor written by mistake. Talk about rubbing salt into the wound. I thought someone was playing a joke on me.
The next day we were taken to Norfolk by my son and his family for a holiday. The day after this, B spun his chair around quickly, falling out of it onto his side, damaging his shoulder, hand and head, which sustained a nasty gash due to his glasses. 111 were called, the wound was dressed and a district nurse came two days later. We had told the family to go to the beach . I did tasks then sat with B on the patio in the sun, waiting for the nurse. When she arrived, she came out to B, dressed his wound and went back into the house to leave. Unfortunately, the only door into the hall had jammed. She could not get out of the house to her car. She came back to the patio and I advised her that the only way out was to climb over the fence. Luckily, she was youngish and agile, so that is what she did. It was only when my daughter in law got back and I told her, that she pointed to the bottom of the garden and asked, "Why didn't she use the gate?" ( I had forgotten about the gate!!)
We returned from our holiday to find that a three minute power cut had caused our main trip switch to activate, resulting in three freezers and two fridges being full of melted, defrosted food. Nightmare. We were having a convene issue too, at the time, not to mention unpacked suitcases. My youngest daughter came up with the grandchildren , instructed them to look at and do the activities in the comics she had brought them and asked for black plastic bags . She filled these with the wasted food and put them into the bin. Funnilly enough, I had been sobbing before she came, but afterwards I felt quite relieved, not only because the problem had been dealt with, but because It made me realise that I don't need all that food space anymore. I had been made to face the reality that B is no longer on the agenda in the food ordering, and storing department because of his PEG and I had finally accepted this fact.
Sorry this is a long post. I haven't posted for a while, I am still fighting for CHC and struggling with the progress of PSP. Bs hand isn't working or taking weight due to the fall so transferring is difficult . I just thought that in most situations there is something funny or positive if we look for it. Although it often takes me an age before I come round to thinking this!
Big hugs to all my fellow strugglers. XXX
ROTTEN WEAK, LOUSY NEWS AND GEE IT IS ONLY TUESDAY
Letting drinks dribble out
Today the district nurse called at my request.
Is this normal? Am I expecting too much?
