Chapter 86 - So Easy
Last night we were to bed late; more like months ago. She has had trouble for a few days aligning a two part embroidery to stitch correctly. Her machine needed a trip to a local sewing machine shop (mine went along for a similar adjustment as well) and that corrected part of the problem but we still had to fiddle to jog the designs together. Yesterday she stitched the first half, I helped align the second half then shortly afterwards a thread tangle caused some very tight stitching. We both attempted to un-pick the bad stitches, gave up, yet later in the evening she attacked it again to clean the design quite well of rogue stitches, then proceeded towards completion. Towards midnight she had removed the hoop for some reason and was not able to re-fit it. Quite stressed by now, she decided to quit. I fitted it for her so that she could go to bed without the incomplete work bothering her thoughts.
By the way, at midday she had an appointment with the podiatrist to attend to her feet. Afterwards we decided to have lunch at the club where we met some friends. Then to retrieve some medical benefits and post some letters.
This morning I had an appointment for my annual check-up blood test. A fasting test, so not to delay breakfast for too long I went there a little after 8am once she had had her shower. Feeling tired she returned to bed until I returned home. I always take a book to read while waiting my turn but this morning no one else was waiting, so within 5 minutes I was off home again. She was still sleeping. I went out to my dungeon, forgetting to take my CB radio. Each half hour or so I checked on her, still asleep. The last time was around 9:30am when I made a cuppa. Around 10:15am I checked again, this time finding her awake, flustered, sitting on the floor between our two beds, her slacks only part way up her legs. "I've been yelling out for you for half an hour!" she complained. She had risen, partially dressed, sat on the side of her bed to pull on her slacks then slipped to the floor, coming to rest on her knees. With some difficulty she managed to sit on her bum but was unable to raise herself to a standing position. The emergency phone on the bedside cupboard was too far away to reach. She has been weary today.
On Tuesday she had a check up with the caring physician. He seemed pleased she has been able to reduce her PD meds and continues to comment on her "animated expression". She told him not to bother with her feet because she was to see the podiatrist the following day, so her gave her boobs an inspection as well as the usual range of thumping, listening etc tests. He certainly believes in giving value for money.
So easy to leave her by herself, so easy to forget to use our communication gadgets.
By the way, at midday she had an appointment with the podiatrist to attend to her feet. Afterwards we decided to have lunch at the club where we met some friends. Then to retrieve some medical benefits and post some letters.
This morning I had an appointment for my annual check-up blood test. A fasting test, so not to delay breakfast for too long I went there a little after 8am once she had had her shower. Feeling tired she returned to bed until I returned home. I always take a book to read while waiting my turn but this morning no one else was waiting, so within 5 minutes I was off home again. She was still sleeping. I went out to my dungeon, forgetting to take my CB radio. Each half hour or so I checked on her, still asleep. The last time was around 9:30am when I made a cuppa. Around 10:15am I checked again, this time finding her awake, flustered, sitting on the floor between our two beds, her slacks only part way up her legs. "I've been yelling out for you for half an hour!" she complained. She had risen, partially dressed, sat on the side of her bed to pull on her slacks then slipped to the floor, coming to rest on her knees. With some difficulty she managed to sit on her bum but was unable to raise herself to a standing position. The emergency phone on the bedside cupboard was too far away to reach. She has been weary today.
On Tuesday she had a check up with the caring physician. He seemed pleased she has been able to reduce her PD meds and continues to comment on her "animated expression". She told him not to bother with her feet because she was to see the podiatrist the following day, so her gave her boobs an inspection as well as the usual range of thumping, listening etc tests. He certainly believes in giving value for money.
So easy to leave her by herself, so easy to forget to use our communication gadgets.
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