Chapter 211- Starting a New Year Badly

I think it was early last Tuesday morning after taking her midnightish dose of meds that one became stuck in her throat. She thought that it may have been a Deralin tablet. She mustn't have realised the problem had occurred until she woke later in the dark to find a grittiness and soreness in her throat. At daylight when she told me about it she was hardly able to speak. She asked for some throat capsules, Strepsils I think it was that I found in the cupboard. She was croaky with a sore throat for several days.

Then on Thursday her dentist attacked some fillings. The work progressed with little difficulty, only one slight gag so I was told. Afterwards we had a snack at the Club (she had been told that there were no issues with eating straight away) while I waited to see my own doctor who was running late.

All this past week she has frequently called on the CB for assistance rising from her chair, help with her clothing after, sometimes before, going to the loo. She is shuffling badly at times when one foot does not travel beyond the other, although yesterday she walked around to her friend's place, aided by her walker of course.

This afternoon she had to sleep on her bed; her tremors & discomfort were getting the better of her. She tremors kept her awake last night & necessitated numerous trips to the loo. This she blamed on s few sips of bubbly, some brie, stuffed peppers, dry biscuits and chocolates we enjoyed mid-evening to celebrate New Year quietly, but she failed to see midnight, deciding on bed about 2230.

She has not needed the treadmill for days now & she hasn't used the Wii in at least a week. Her pains are nowhere near as severe as they were before the Bowen work, but she needs more treatment; her pain is relative and bearable at the moment.

Now with the warm weather she needs fans blowing on her most of the time. Whenever I assist her I note that her skin is very clammy. Maybe winter will come soon.

Notes very early the next morning. She slept this afternoon. She seems tired & is always hot, damp skin to touch. After we watched "Midsomer Murders" she went to bed. She needed help to go to the bathroom and then to bed. In the bathroom she was unable to pull up her underclothes while stooped, hanging onto the fireman's pole. I ask her to "climb the pole, hand over hand" so that she straightens sufficiently for me to pull up her clothes. While sitting on the side of the bed she remembered that she hadn't dispensed her meds into the various containers; so I went for her walker-trolley and the green bag in which she keeps all her potions. As I raised her right leg in order to topple her onto the bed she said "I'm about ready for the nursing home, but I fear that." So do I; the situation can't be allowed t