A day out last week! To Mini Hollywood, the set for many spaghetti westerns, in Tabernas, an hour away. One of my favourite places.
How on earth I managed to push the wheelchair up and down those hills I will never know! My daughter and granddaughter were visiting from the UK, so a concerted effort by Ian was a must. However, it really has taken it's toll. Apart from going to church yesterday, he has spent most of the last week in bed. He is in acute pain in his back and legs and it seems that his voice is deteriorating rapidly. His face is becoming more drawn and social contact for him is something to endure rather than enjoy.
I am still able to pop out on my own for the odd hour or two because he has a red button, but it's not something I do gladly, as I know that he panics at times.
We still have a carer for 2 hours in the mornings, but we are definitely entering a new phase. I read Joy's post about a hoist. That wouldn't be practical for us here, but I am glad we didn't invest in Sara Stedy as Ian would not have managed it for long, I think, though I was tempted!
What with the diabetic neuropathy storming in upon his legs, raging tinnitus, stiff and painful limbs and a brain that is losing it's grip, it feels as though each day I am bailing out a sinking ship with a thimble!
I keep on smiling, though, as he is still my beloved and our lives have been so rich. We have the support he wants, and he resists help from friends at the moment. I am aware there will come a time soon when he is going to have to accept it! And so will I!
Just wanted to offload. Thanks to you all. I know you understand.