What a busy week

We have been living on the Island for just over two months now and it’s great to be close to my Dad, I expected of course to be living close by to my sister, her husband and nephews as well, but I was certainly not prepared for the tragic loss of my eldest sisters husband on the 10th of December. It has rocked GAL’s world and now she too has moved on to the island, and is in a wonderful care home. Last Sunday, Dad and I went for a visit to the care home, we stood outside and spoke with GAL. We only stayed half an hour for two reasons, one being Dad is 95 going on 96, and the other we had interrupted GAL’s art class. I am so pleased there is plenty to do and such a variety for her, making friends with the other eight residents. At the end of the day, GAL returns to her own personal space and is surrounded by very familiar possessions she brought with her from Langford, with her various pictures of TGL taking pride of place.

 

 

Before I knew it the alarm was going off, it was a Monday morning AGAIN, every other week we really have to be on top of our game. Straight after breakfast we get in my van and take the journey up to the Chilterns MS Centre, it’s physiotherapy time again, and most importantly time to stand and have a good old chat.

 

 

Wednesday came, what a full on day that was! How time flies when you’re having fun, time for my second catheter change on the Island, because I do not see a community nurse/district nurse apart from when I have my catheter changed I think it may take several months before they get my sense of humour. The nurse was impressed at the colour of my wee, I explained my previous district nurse used to refer to it as champagne wee. I then said “is your wee not as good as my wee then? Best you better make sure you start drinking more, otherwise you will end up with a UTI”. The nurse looked at me and said “never in my 20 years of nursing has a patient ever questioned the colour of my wee”. I guess she has never had a person like me to contend with. Anyway, due to my inane chatting, the catheter was taken out and a new one put in without me even noticing.

 

 

On to the next thing, which was the long awaited call up for the vaccine, hubby and I went together. It was all so well organised, we were ushered along and went into the doctors room where there was one nurse and one admin assistant. Everything was explained to us and administering the vaccine took seconds. Did it hurt? NO. Is it unethical? NO. Should everyone who is offered it have one? YES. On the day we went they were administering the Phizer one so after it was given we had to go in to another room and sit down for 15 minutes, just to insure there was no reaction. Although I have to say I was sitting down throughout the whole time. Please please if you are offered an appointment, then take it. The sooner we are ALL vaccinated, the sooner we can hug again.

 

 

Fast forward a day and I’m on to the next appointment, this time it’s feet. My foot lady has been introduced to me by my Dad (we like to share a lot in our family). Following my nail surgery two years ago, I only have nails on eight of my toes, and they don’t grow particularly quickly, so every 12 weeks is enough for them to have a cut and inspection. Fortunately, I have never suffered from a pressure ulcer on my feet. What was unexpected and a luxury, I had my feet massaged at the same time.

 

 

Friday is here, and I get my six hour visit from my lovely PA, my goodness those of you that know me will know that typing my blog, where I keep changing my mind is no easy feat, but hey we’ve nearly got to the end, and as they picture below shows she hasn’t killed me yet, and I’m assured that under the mask she is smiling.