Chapter 180 - 46
On Monday last we celebrated our 46th wedding anniversary. In an email our daughter suggested doing something exciting. So we did. We attended the funeral service for a friend from our village. I'm sure the fault was not his to have his service that day. Anyway, a reason for dressing up, except I went tieless. Late that afternoon we decided to have dinner at the club, long after we had donned our "at home" clobber. While at the club we had a chat with the widow, for the after service cuppa (which we didn't attend) was held at the club. So that was a pleasant ice-breaker since we had not spoken to her after the service.
As we crossed the street outside the church after the service I was nearly pulled off my feet by her propping & tugging backwards on my arm. A car had just negotiated the round-about at the corner about 100 metres away and she thought it was travelling too fast. She is becoming more cautious. Always checks that we have a mobile phone with us whenever we go out; "Just in case we have a break down." I know the vehicle is aging more quickly than we are but there is suggestion of fear of an accident. Until recently she was always concerned that all the doors were locked before going to bed yet not now; well she doesn't ask me anymore. Which usually meant I had to check a second time because I could never be sure I had checked the first time and that sort of thought prevents sleep coming.
Speaking of sleep, one night recently during my sleepless stupor she was snoring & snorting quite loudly, then yelled out quite loudly (fortunately I was already awake so did not jump in fright) then began to yabber gibberish, although she at one coherent point she seemed to say something about "buying". I can only assume she was dreaming about visiting one of her favourite dress shops.
A few nights ago I was nearly run over in our village on the roadway near the pond, although on the opposite side of the road to the previous near miss last year. This time we were on the side of the approaching car so I guided her up onto the grass while I remained on the slope of the gutter. My reaction time was be reasonable because I stepped onto the grass as the car's wheels mounted the gutter. She saw portion of the number plate although I failed to notice such a trivial thing. Our neighbour at the back returning, we presume, from bell ringing practice. Life in a retirement village is likely to see one dead.
During her recent visit to the Caring Physician he decided she should have a CT scan now that 5 years have passed since her kidney operation. She delayed making the appointment for the scan, saying "I want to leave it until after Xmas" until I insisted. I am concerned that she is breathless after walking on rare occasions (in view of the danger on our village streets). So the appointment has been made for tomorrow. The nurse receptionist was keen to make the appointment just after her noon meds and seemed not able to understand that was not a good time. Anyway she agreed with her, so I lost out. Perhaps the reasoning is that the receptionist checked the records after being told of her "difficult vein" problems and said that their doctor is at the scanning rooms at the local hospital at that time should he be needed. Since the timing of taking sachets of yucky stuff will conflict with our monthly PD group we will skip that.
She still sits on a donut inflatable pillow on her TV chair and the special pillow with the slot when in the truck.
As we crossed the street outside the church after the service I was nearly pulled off my feet by her propping & tugging backwards on my arm. A car had just negotiated the round-about at the corner about 100 metres away and she thought it was travelling too fast. She is becoming more cautious. Always checks that we have a mobile phone with us whenever we go out; "Just in case we have a break down." I know the vehicle is aging more quickly than we are but there is suggestion of fear of an accident. Until recently she was always concerned that all the doors were locked before going to bed yet not now; well she doesn't ask me anymore. Which usually meant I had to check a second time because I could never be sure I had checked the first time and that sort of thought prevents sleep coming.
Speaking of sleep, one night recently during my sleepless stupor she was snoring & snorting quite loudly, then yelled out quite loudly (fortunately I was already awake so did not jump in fright) then began to yabber gibberish, although she at one coherent point she seemed to say something about "buying". I can only assume she was dreaming about visiting one of her favourite dress shops.
A few nights ago I was nearly run over in our village on the roadway near the pond, although on the opposite side of the road to the previous near miss last year. This time we were on the side of the approaching car so I guided her up onto the grass while I remained on the slope of the gutter. My reaction time was be reasonable because I stepped onto the grass as the car's wheels mounted the gutter. She saw portion of the number plate although I failed to notice such a trivial thing. Our neighbour at the back returning, we presume, from bell ringing practice. Life in a retirement village is likely to see one dead.
During her recent visit to the Caring Physician he decided she should have a CT scan now that 5 years have passed since her kidney operation. She delayed making the appointment for the scan, saying "I want to leave it until after Xmas" until I insisted. I am concerned that she is breathless after walking on rare occasions (in view of the danger on our village streets). So the appointment has been made for tomorrow. The nurse receptionist was keen to make the appointment just after her noon meds and seemed not able to understand that was not a good time. Anyway she agreed with her, so I lost out. Perhaps the reasoning is that the receptionist checked the records after being told of her "difficult vein" problems and said that their doctor is at the scanning rooms at the local hospital at that time should he be needed. Since the timing of taking sachets of yucky stuff will conflict with our monthly PD group we will skip that.
She still sits on a donut inflatable pillow on her TV chair and the special pillow with the slot when in the truck.
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