Chapter 48 - A Short Holiday
I tip-toed into the bedroom to check on her a little while ago; as I have all through the morning. She has been asleep since 9:15 am when she returned to bed after rising three quarters of an hour earlier. No breakfast. She was able to lay on her back on the new mattress, but I found her both on her left & right sides during the morning so she has been able to move readily on the slippery surface of the sleeping bag used as a sheet. She has been unable to make a sheet from the material bought last Friday, partly because of her condition, partly because we drove north on Sunday morning. During the trip we broached the subject about her condition forcing us to be in close proximity to each other at all times, not far apart. Perhaps we had been avoiding acknowledging this fact. She needs help close at hand to help her in & out of bed during the night, rising from chairs during the day and an arm to assist with walking (she finds a helping arm more satisfactory than her walker which encourages stooping). We wonder how she will cope should I be "laid-up" for any reason. I suggest a little more medication may help, although that reminds us of the terror of over-medication, diskynesia and trips to emergency.
When she sleeps for so long I become uneasy. I quietly inspect her, not wishing to wake her, observe her breathing, hoping she is just catching up with lack of sleep. And just as I began this blurb she poked her head in the door, bright as a button. Medication time at noon, about to have a shower.
Our visits to friends, aunt & cousin on Sunday, Monday & Tuesday were good for her. Not the travelling during which she sits rigidly, often holding the grab bar on the dash, especially in thick traffic. She had booked us a room with disabled facilities at the motel where we stayed. She used the double bed while I had the single, the mattress of which was matured concrete. My hips ached after the first night, so I doubt the double bed did her any good either. She yearned to return to her new mattress used for only two nights before we went north. The gift of a bottle of bubbly in the motel fridge we brought home with us; now if it had been red I would have left the empty bottle behind. Two $30 vouchers for the Chinese restaurant next door were exchanged for an excellent meal & a good chardonnay (it was a "white" night) plus an additional $34. She finds staying in a motel preferable these days, where she has easy access to the toilet, is able to roam without disturbing a household, able to delay going to bed till 1am, able to sleep after morning meds until late morning.
Her head in the door again "The clothes need to be taken out of the washing machine." She has showered and dressed during the time her meds should be ineffective, unable to shower & dress. Yesterday she often complained that her meds were not working at all.
To the clothes line.
When she sleeps for so long I become uneasy. I quietly inspect her, not wishing to wake her, observe her breathing, hoping she is just catching up with lack of sleep. And just as I began this blurb she poked her head in the door, bright as a button. Medication time at noon, about to have a shower.
Our visits to friends, aunt & cousin on Sunday, Monday & Tuesday were good for her. Not the travelling during which she sits rigidly, often holding the grab bar on the dash, especially in thick traffic. She had booked us a room with disabled facilities at the motel where we stayed. She used the double bed while I had the single, the mattress of which was matured concrete. My hips ached after the first night, so I doubt the double bed did her any good either. She yearned to return to her new mattress used for only two nights before we went north. The gift of a bottle of bubbly in the motel fridge we brought home with us; now if it had been red I would have left the empty bottle behind. Two $30 vouchers for the Chinese restaurant next door were exchanged for an excellent meal & a good chardonnay (it was a "white" night) plus an additional $34. She finds staying in a motel preferable these days, where she has easy access to the toilet, is able to roam without disturbing a household, able to delay going to bed till 1am, able to sleep after morning meds until late morning.
Her head in the door again "The clothes need to be taken out of the washing machine." She has showered and dressed during the time her meds should be ineffective, unable to shower & dress. Yesterday she often complained that her meds were not working at all.
To the clothes line.
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