Chapter 57 - Little to Say
I have lacked motivation to report anything so I'm hoping no one has lost interest in popping in here from time to time. Between the 18th & the 24th there were only 4 visits to this blog. Sorry that I can't write more rivetting material.
She has not needed sleep every afternoon. I think I figured out the problem. Taking last meds for the day at midnight then waking to the alarm next morning at 6am for a Modepar Rapid so that she can shower & dress herself at 7am means she was only sleeping for 6 hours, and that sometimes disturbed. Being too close to the trees to see the forest, this little bit of arithmetic escaped me until I became worried about myself having a slight headache, the sort that twinges when one's head is moved too quickly, day after day. I was about to make an appointment with our GP when it dawned on me that the headaches began in the week following her taking the Modepar Rapid. You can't see the link of course. Well, she prefers me to shower before her because I never put bath mats & such away, thus I had to shower between 6 & 7am, and then I would walk around the village, waking her at around 7am. She rarely needs any assistance in the bathroom now. So lack of night time sleep I believe is the cause of her afternoon tiredness, my headaches and her criticism that I always fall asleep during part of, if not all, of the SBS & ABC news programmes.
And now daylight saving stupidity has temporarily unbalanced her regime. I dressed for church on Sunday morning. At 8:30am she decided that she had better not go. Her meds were out of kilter. Late in the afternoon we supermarketed a trolley full, she pushing most of the time, me pulling a little. At the checkout she went through to sit on a bench seat.
Today we returned to copying old VCR tapes to a more modern medium. Just after lunch I saw (on my own) "Jindabyne", a movie definitely unsuitable for her. Tonight I watched the "4 Corners" programme about dementia while she completed her KYB lesson. Most depressing, the statistics frightening. And we are already a lame duck couple.
She has not needed sleep every afternoon. I think I figured out the problem. Taking last meds for the day at midnight then waking to the alarm next morning at 6am for a Modepar Rapid so that she can shower & dress herself at 7am means she was only sleeping for 6 hours, and that sometimes disturbed. Being too close to the trees to see the forest, this little bit of arithmetic escaped me until I became worried about myself having a slight headache, the sort that twinges when one's head is moved too quickly, day after day. I was about to make an appointment with our GP when it dawned on me that the headaches began in the week following her taking the Modepar Rapid. You can't see the link of course. Well, she prefers me to shower before her because I never put bath mats & such away, thus I had to shower between 6 & 7am, and then I would walk around the village, waking her at around 7am. She rarely needs any assistance in the bathroom now. So lack of night time sleep I believe is the cause of her afternoon tiredness, my headaches and her criticism that I always fall asleep during part of, if not all, of the SBS & ABC news programmes.
And now daylight saving stupidity has temporarily unbalanced her regime. I dressed for church on Sunday morning. At 8:30am she decided that she had better not go. Her meds were out of kilter. Late in the afternoon we supermarketed a trolley full, she pushing most of the time, me pulling a little. At the checkout she went through to sit on a bench seat.
Today we returned to copying old VCR tapes to a more modern medium. Just after lunch I saw (on my own) "Jindabyne", a movie definitely unsuitable for her. Tonight I watched the "4 Corners" programme about dementia while she completed her KYB lesson. Most depressing, the statistics frightening. And we are already a lame duck couple.
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