Chapter 15 - Unpredictable
I am surprised that I need to post some words this morning.
She said herself on going to bed at 10:30pm "Today has been a good day". Speaking relatively of course, day to day. I made very few notes yesterday. She rose, showered herself, only needing minimal assistance to dress herself. I can't remember anything about yesterday morning, it was so ordinary. After lunch a friend came to discuss VOIP & other matters with me while she watched a movie. Late in the afternoon I took candid photos at the church's kid's club for the friend who runs it. I rang home a couple of times, she answered clearly & promptly so I assumed she was OK. My dated, expensive mobile needs brain surgery again because its microphone does not work once again! We dined late after my return on turkey-leg steaks (or chops?). Jackets were needed for a cool walk around the village. I commented that the warmth of her arm, linked through mine was quite noticeable. Both arms. Her brow was cool. At 10:30pm assistance was needed to help her out of her chair, as usual, on her way to bed. Quite early for her to go to bed. She woke me a couple of times in the night for either toilet trips or to turn her in bed. The last was about 4am. I woke at 8am this morning to find her gone. TV breakfast junk programme playing softly outside. "How long have you been out here?" "Since a bit after 4am - you were sleeping too soundly to wake you". She had had breakfast, her meds at 7am, little trouble moving. She asked for the pedal exerciser. With only slight hesitation she was able to pedal slowly for a couple of minutes. Then she said "I think I'll go to bed. I feel a little whoozy." On interrogation she said not dizzy or light headed, just in need of sleep. She rose from her chair unaided, walked normally to the bedroom and got into bed after kicking-off (!) her shoes. She kneeled on the bed to get in. "Do you always get into bed by kneeling on it?" I asked after 42 years. "Of course" she said. She showed me a bruise that has come out on her right leg. I drew up the sheet & quilt. Time to peek in to check on her. She's breathing gently, sound asleep.
She said herself on going to bed at 10:30pm "Today has been a good day". Speaking relatively of course, day to day. I made very few notes yesterday. She rose, showered herself, only needing minimal assistance to dress herself. I can't remember anything about yesterday morning, it was so ordinary. After lunch a friend came to discuss VOIP & other matters with me while she watched a movie. Late in the afternoon I took candid photos at the church's kid's club for the friend who runs it. I rang home a couple of times, she answered clearly & promptly so I assumed she was OK. My dated, expensive mobile needs brain surgery again because its microphone does not work once again! We dined late after my return on turkey-leg steaks (or chops?). Jackets were needed for a cool walk around the village. I commented that the warmth of her arm, linked through mine was quite noticeable. Both arms. Her brow was cool. At 10:30pm assistance was needed to help her out of her chair, as usual, on her way to bed. Quite early for her to go to bed. She woke me a couple of times in the night for either toilet trips or to turn her in bed. The last was about 4am. I woke at 8am this morning to find her gone. TV breakfast junk programme playing softly outside. "How long have you been out here?" "Since a bit after 4am - you were sleeping too soundly to wake you". She had had breakfast, her meds at 7am, little trouble moving. She asked for the pedal exerciser. With only slight hesitation she was able to pedal slowly for a couple of minutes. Then she said "I think I'll go to bed. I feel a little whoozy." On interrogation she said not dizzy or light headed, just in need of sleep. She rose from her chair unaided, walked normally to the bedroom and got into bed after kicking-off (!) her shoes. She kneeled on the bed to get in. "Do you always get into bed by kneeling on it?" I asked after 42 years. "Of course" she said. She showed me a bruise that has come out on her right leg. I drew up the sheet & quilt. Time to peek in to check on her. She's breathing gently, sound asleep.
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