Monday, 25 September 2017
Mr M frightened me on Friday by falling out of bed - again. He hit his face and arm on the bedside cabinet - again - and grazed his knee on the carpet. We don't know why he did this because we were both sound asleep until he hit the floor. Going from deep sleep to wide awake and struggling to get out to rush and help is quite an experience, but not one I would wish upon anyone. He had arthritis in both knees and his right shoulder so falling out of bed was the easy part. He can't kneel because it is so painful and he couldn't use his right arm to lever himself up. What followed was the most awful five minutes of our joint lives and we were both sobbing by the time he was sitting on the bed again. We have now acquired a side bar thing for the bed that should at least wake him and give him chance to stop himself falling.
When he took himself downstairs to make a cuppa he discovered that he had ripped his toenail off his little toe, just to add to the misery. I was useless at dealing with it and it was fortunate that his chiropody appointment was for Saturday so the lovely lady cleaned and dressed it for him.
We had a long talk about our general health and fitness and decided that we both need to lose weight urgently if only so we can pick each other up when we fall.
What surprised me most was how shaken I was. I could feel myself actually shaking the next morning and the tremors were still there on Sunday. Did we feel like going out as usual? No we didn't and when it was bed time I was reluctant to go and when I asked Mr M if he was afraid to go to bed he said "A bit".
Tonight we use the side bar and see if this gives us more confidence. Do you know I think this is what aging (rather than getting old) does to you. It saps your confidence. I know I am more careful when I am walking about because I know my reflexes are so much slower and if I lose my balance it takes just that fraction longer for my body to react. That fraction is the difference between wobbling a bit and ending up on the floor.
"Every decade brings its own reward" is something my granny used to say and I am beginning to hate that she kept harping on about it! Tomorrow I will be in a new decade I just hope things don't get to rewarding
Just keeping it real
Saturday, 16 September 2017
Monday, 11 September 2017
Youngest Son has a new job because his old one disappeared. He now works delivering stuff for Currys/Dixons/PCWorld. He has been strained in the art of installation and given the uniform - the polo shirts are a dirty pinky colour and the hooded top is a dirty grey - lovely!
Mr M has seen the sleep clinic advisor and will be collecting some form of machinery next week to help him sleep better. One thing that was confirmed is that he doesn't - DOES NOT - have sleep apnea so that means I can sleep without worry.
The really nice decorators have been and estimated and they will be painting the visible bits of wall and ceiling in the kitchen and the skirtings and door in the bathroom - so it will only have taken a year to complete them! Woooooo!
We went to Costco on Saturday. This is not something anyone should do by choice. The world and his wife were there with their children, and they were all in front of us in every aisle. We bought a few Christmas presents and lots of things we found we desperately needed - that always happens in Costco. I will be making Lemon Curd tomorrow and we now have bacon for special breakfasts at the weekend.
DD arrived on Saturday to cut Mr M's hair. He claimed he had to keep blowing it out of his eyes it was so long. He might have been exaggerating a little as his hair never gets to more than half an inch long EVER. She brought with her a little gift for us. Pictures! A fabulous picture of Miss Boo and her big brother. He came down to see us and to go to London with his Dad to get his Visa for Japan. He is going there to study for a year as part of his degree!
Two lovely pictures from the birthday one of Miss Boo with her cousins and then one with Eldest son surrounded by his children - and Miss Boo because Little M refused to have his picture taken without her. Big M looked rather splendid with his beard and Miss K looked happy and as though life is treating her well.
When I have scanned the pictures I will share them.
What Have I watched on TV? Long Lost Family, Who Do You Think You Are? and Victoria. Oh and a strange programme on catch-up called "Out of Thin Air" about some murders in Iceland. I tried to watch a programme called American Ripper about a man who was America's first serial killer and his great grandson thinks he was also Jack the Ripper. I say tried because three times I put the first episode on and three times I woke up as the credits rolled.
That's it for this week - more family history stuff has been done and the newsletter has gone out. If any family member hasn't received it then send me your email address and I will send it.
Tuesday, 5 September 2017
"No it will take too long, let me sum up ..." Inego Montoya. The Princess Bride
I deliberately decided that I would take a break from blogging. I was struggling to write happy and life was swirling around me and I didn't want to miss a single second. The break was great for a few weeks and then the itch to write started again. I had secretly promised myself to start again with the new school term so the itch was so great I wrote other stuff instead. I'll tell more in my next blog. For now let me just sum up my summer.
So, that's my summer, well some of it. I'll skip over the tomato blight on the biggest crop of tomatoes EVER, and the failure of the bean crop and my inability to do what I want to in my garden because I no longer have the strength. I will talk more next time.