Chapter 74 - Much of a Muchness
These past three Sundays we made it to church; a bit of a record. We go, we come home again; she cannot dawdle outside milling with tea & coffee drinkers and I have never been one for small talk after church. We are drifting to the edge of the congregation's sphere of involvement; she through her disability, me due to their simplistic expressions of their fundamental beliefs (so what's new? but where are the people who have progressed from thinking as they were taught as children?)
Sometimes we supermarket shop after church, although yesterday I went to the chemist to replenish our pill supply from the chemist while she stayed in the truck because we had not packed the scooter. Saturday evening was our first full supermarket shopping binge in an almost empty store since acquiring the scooter; she whizzed around at bottom speed while I pushed the trolley. My feet complained they had walked miles while she enjoyed her comfort.
Her right hand pains improved markedly so she began leaving off the glove bandage. The last few days it is worn regularly once again; the thumb joint became painful again. She has required less application of the TENS machine.
Last Wednesday back to the hot air city to have new tires fitted to the truck (another story, a long one). We filled in a couple of hours by scootering across a number of streets, pedestrian crossings, traffic lights & across an elevated foot bridge to enter the upper floor of a major shopping centre to its food hall level (no escalators or lifts required) where we had a junk food lunch. Again crowds of people. She bought a more scooter friendly hand bag, and one that will be harder to snatch & grab should an attempt ever be made. After collecting the truck I drove to another shopping centre, all at street level & almost deserted but she had had enough. Her feet had swollen; time for home.
Mornings have become a ritual; 6am meds, I shower & dress at 7am then retire to my dungeon, she showers & dresses only calling for assistance with her bra clip. Not so this morning. She turned off the 6am alarm' dropping back into sleep before taking the meds. I woke at 7am to discover this lapse. She took the meds an hour late so stayed in bed. I woke her at 8am but no kick-in had occurred so she stayed there. I must disturb her again so that she is not too far out of sync all day.
Sometimes we supermarket shop after church, although yesterday I went to the chemist to replenish our pill supply from the chemist while she stayed in the truck because we had not packed the scooter. Saturday evening was our first full supermarket shopping binge in an almost empty store since acquiring the scooter; she whizzed around at bottom speed while I pushed the trolley. My feet complained they had walked miles while she enjoyed her comfort.
Her right hand pains improved markedly so she began leaving off the glove bandage. The last few days it is worn regularly once again; the thumb joint became painful again. She has required less application of the TENS machine.
Last Wednesday back to the hot air city to have new tires fitted to the truck (another story, a long one). We filled in a couple of hours by scootering across a number of streets, pedestrian crossings, traffic lights & across an elevated foot bridge to enter the upper floor of a major shopping centre to its food hall level (no escalators or lifts required) where we had a junk food lunch. Again crowds of people. She bought a more scooter friendly hand bag, and one that will be harder to snatch & grab should an attempt ever be made. After collecting the truck I drove to another shopping centre, all at street level & almost deserted but she had had enough. Her feet had swollen; time for home.
Mornings have become a ritual; 6am meds, I shower & dress at 7am then retire to my dungeon, she showers & dresses only calling for assistance with her bra clip. Not so this morning. She turned off the 6am alarm' dropping back into sleep before taking the meds. I woke at 7am to discover this lapse. She took the meds an hour late so stayed in bed. I woke her at 8am but no kick-in had occurred so she stayed there. I must disturb her again so that she is not too far out of sync all day.
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