Chapter 155 - Role Reversal
Last Monday her leg dressing was reduced to a very large band aid affair. She was given a "spare", worth $10 they said, in case she experienced problems with detachment. She is pleased that she can now wear matching shoes; although the shoes she has been wearing were both of the same model, their vintages were different. The older on her left foot somewhat sloppier and looser to make allowance for the bandage that wrapped her ankle and foot while the newer right shoe was firm on her other foot.
We left for Big Smoke on Wednesday morning. The rail system ran to schedule just to spite us when we had plenty of time to spare since we had only to book into the motel. We dawdled on Main Station for lunch then caught a taxi, rather than another train because she fears the gaps between platform and carriage step. The motel room was fitted out for the disabled except that after we had them supply an additional bed there was minimal floor space for walking about. In mid-afternoon we walked the few hundred metres to find the rooms of my eye specialist in Governor's Street so that I would have no hassles making the 7:15am appointment the following morning. A requirement for the procedure on my left eye was that I have an escort to return to the motel. She was quite capable of fulfilling that role for between 10 & 11am these days she is at her best. However, her cousin, who has a personal interest in eye problems, came into the city to help me just in case.
Next morning she returned with me to the doctor's rooms and waited patiently in the waiting room while the procedure was performed on my left eye. A little after 10am she, cousin & myself returned to the motel, but due to the crowded conditions, we soon retired to the bistro of the motel where we spent the afternoon. The medical staff had warned me that lifting heavy items, stooping (as in shoe laces), sex (need to remember how) strenuous exercise (I don't believe in it) and alcohol were all banned for several weeks. Next morning she returned with me when I had the dressing on my eye removed followed by another day in the bistro.
Saturday morning and a taxi back to Main Station, asking the driver to lift our bag in & out of the boot. Then the two of us hobbled together along the station concourse to find where to wait for the bus home, since the country trains were not running due to track work. As a disinterested viewer I looked down upon an elderly shuffling couple. After being seated for some time I felt light-headed, quite strange so she went off to find something to eat & drink. She returned with a couple of large railway coffees and muffins. She feared mounting the steps to enter the bus. The driver lowered the bus' suspension so that the initial step was not quite so high but that did nothing for the other steps appropriate for a goat. I went behind her pushing gently to assure her there was no danger of falling backwards. The three hour trip to Home Town was comfortable for her, relieved to be home again. Three bottles of Merlot on our front door step for me for services rendered will mature a little longer before medicinal application. A couple of frozen dinners, a few episodes of "Dad's Army" then to bed for an early night.
She was up after her early morning meds, returning to bed just before I dripped three sets of drops in my left eye & a shower. She called a short time ago for help to have a shower. Then I made her a coffee. We are home. Life ambles along.
We left for Big Smoke on Wednesday morning. The rail system ran to schedule just to spite us when we had plenty of time to spare since we had only to book into the motel. We dawdled on Main Station for lunch then caught a taxi, rather than another train because she fears the gaps between platform and carriage step. The motel room was fitted out for the disabled except that after we had them supply an additional bed there was minimal floor space for walking about. In mid-afternoon we walked the few hundred metres to find the rooms of my eye specialist in Governor's Street so that I would have no hassles making the 7:15am appointment the following morning. A requirement for the procedure on my left eye was that I have an escort to return to the motel. She was quite capable of fulfilling that role for between 10 & 11am these days she is at her best. However, her cousin, who has a personal interest in eye problems, came into the city to help me just in case.
Next morning she returned with me to the doctor's rooms and waited patiently in the waiting room while the procedure was performed on my left eye. A little after 10am she, cousin & myself returned to the motel, but due to the crowded conditions, we soon retired to the bistro of the motel where we spent the afternoon. The medical staff had warned me that lifting heavy items, stooping (as in shoe laces), sex (need to remember how) strenuous exercise (I don't believe in it) and alcohol were all banned for several weeks. Next morning she returned with me when I had the dressing on my eye removed followed by another day in the bistro.
Saturday morning and a taxi back to Main Station, asking the driver to lift our bag in & out of the boot. Then the two of us hobbled together along the station concourse to find where to wait for the bus home, since the country trains were not running due to track work. As a disinterested viewer I looked down upon an elderly shuffling couple. After being seated for some time I felt light-headed, quite strange so she went off to find something to eat & drink. She returned with a couple of large railway coffees and muffins. She feared mounting the steps to enter the bus. The driver lowered the bus' suspension so that the initial step was not quite so high but that did nothing for the other steps appropriate for a goat. I went behind her pushing gently to assure her there was no danger of falling backwards. The three hour trip to Home Town was comfortable for her, relieved to be home again. Three bottles of Merlot on our front door step for me for services rendered will mature a little longer before medicinal application. A couple of frozen dinners, a few episodes of "Dad's Army" then to bed for an early night.
She was up after her early morning meds, returning to bed just before I dripped three sets of drops in my left eye & a shower. She called a short time ago for help to have a shower. Then I made her a coffee. We are home. Life ambles along.
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