Chapter 239 - Another Anniversary
I fail to post here as regularly as I once did. That does not mean her problems have faded away nor that I am unconcerned about her. Perhaps I just run out of time, doing nothing much with little time left in which to do it. Not like the bloke next door that said he was running out of things to do and was sick of cryptic crosswords, so I "donated" him a piece of communal dirt in which we once grew lavender. I consider gardening little better than painting, that is, utility painting of walls, fences & the like.
In the middle of the week before last we celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary by inviting friends around for an afternoon of cheese, bickies & white wine. They were unaware of any formal reason for the pleasant afternoon until they arrived. I decreed that in 2013 we will have a quiet private celebration at the small holiday fishing "village" (as it was then), the place we had booked for a fortnight yet only stayed a rainy week because we were eager to return to our new home to begin nest building. How stupid can one be so early in life & marriage?
So what have we done since last post? I forget so from a quick check in the diary. A dental check-up for her, now that her numerous fillings have been repaired without fuss, stress & bother she has suffered with other dentists. Her only stress, and that slight, is having to use two chair lifts to ascend the flights of stairs to to the dentist's rooms.
We enjoyed a Saturday afternoon of lunch around at our friend's place. On another Saturday I was co-opted to assist for a few hours with a "computer club" while she remained at home. I sometimes wonder whether I should step out more on my own without fearing that she will have difficulties; at the moment, apart from our Fridays now, the only time we are apart is when I attend a discussion group once each month for two hours.
We drove to the hills above Big Smoke to celebrate our grand daughter's 15th birthday one Sunday, stayed overnight in a motel, shopped at a fabric outlet on the way home on the Monday. On the second Thursday of the month we were at our local PD group. Then last Saturday she saw the dietitian, probably for the last time for awhile because food-wise & blood test wise she seems OK. That same day our friends from the southern Steel City turned up to view a wedding in which their daughter was matron of honour, so of course we had to as well, unfortunately from my point of view, then we enjoyed a pleasant evening having a BBQ at our place.
On Monday to Hot Air City to see the neurologist who suggested reducing her 3PM does of Stalevo after she told him that her head "wobbles" too much late in the afternoon. He is also nominating her for an Apo-morphine trial about to be conducted at the general hospital down there. She has bad memories of a similar trial over in the West. She is yet to reduce her 3PM Stalevo because she was afraid of freezing during our Xmas family get together at our village hall yesterday with Ugly Sisters et al - the day was a success. On Wednesday prior to her regular podiatrist visit we met our friends from Hot Air City at our local club for lunch, she with her MS in a wheel chair pushed by him with his frontal lobe dementia, nice people who deserve a much, much better life.
About a week ago she began mentioning an ache in her left shoulder and arm. I paid little attention because she had been doing an excessive amount of embroidery until late evening. She did not mention this to the neurologist. When her fingers began to tingle she tested her blood pressure to find it around 170/90 and that stressed her more. After similar feelings in her right arm and more stress I told her to make a doctor's appointment for later on Friday; a miracle, our normal GP who thought "pinched nerve" but all the same had an ECG done but that showed heart function OK. We compared her wrist BP monitor with his - only a few points difference. Better than mine at home with 20 points difference. Neither of us mentioned her embroidery exploits as a cause of possible RSI.
Looking back on what I have just written indicates why I seem to lack time to pursue artistic things and now I must prepare for having some friends in for Sunday lunch. I wish to become a hermit.
In the middle of the week before last we celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary by inviting friends around for an afternoon of cheese, bickies & white wine. They were unaware of any formal reason for the pleasant afternoon until they arrived. I decreed that in 2013 we will have a quiet private celebration at the small holiday fishing "village" (as it was then), the place we had booked for a fortnight yet only stayed a rainy week because we were eager to return to our new home to begin nest building. How stupid can one be so early in life & marriage?
So what have we done since last post? I forget so from a quick check in the diary. A dental check-up for her, now that her numerous fillings have been repaired without fuss, stress & bother she has suffered with other dentists. Her only stress, and that slight, is having to use two chair lifts to ascend the flights of stairs to to the dentist's rooms.
We enjoyed a Saturday afternoon of lunch around at our friend's place. On another Saturday I was co-opted to assist for a few hours with a "computer club" while she remained at home. I sometimes wonder whether I should step out more on my own without fearing that she will have difficulties; at the moment, apart from our Fridays now, the only time we are apart is when I attend a discussion group once each month for two hours.
We drove to the hills above Big Smoke to celebrate our grand daughter's 15th birthday one Sunday, stayed overnight in a motel, shopped at a fabric outlet on the way home on the Monday. On the second Thursday of the month we were at our local PD group. Then last Saturday she saw the dietitian, probably for the last time for awhile because food-wise & blood test wise she seems OK. That same day our friends from the southern Steel City turned up to view a wedding in which their daughter was matron of honour, so of course we had to as well, unfortunately from my point of view, then we enjoyed a pleasant evening having a BBQ at our place.
On Monday to Hot Air City to see the neurologist who suggested reducing her 3PM does of Stalevo after she told him that her head "wobbles" too much late in the afternoon. He is also nominating her for an Apo-morphine trial about to be conducted at the general hospital down there. She has bad memories of a similar trial over in the West. She is yet to reduce her 3PM Stalevo because she was afraid of freezing during our Xmas family get together at our village hall yesterday with Ugly Sisters et al - the day was a success. On Wednesday prior to her regular podiatrist visit we met our friends from Hot Air City at our local club for lunch, she with her MS in a wheel chair pushed by him with his frontal lobe dementia, nice people who deserve a much, much better life.
About a week ago she began mentioning an ache in her left shoulder and arm. I paid little attention because she had been doing an excessive amount of embroidery until late evening. She did not mention this to the neurologist. When her fingers began to tingle she tested her blood pressure to find it around 170/90 and that stressed her more. After similar feelings in her right arm and more stress I told her to make a doctor's appointment for later on Friday; a miracle, our normal GP who thought "pinched nerve" but all the same had an ECG done but that showed heart function OK. We compared her wrist BP monitor with his - only a few points difference. Better than mine at home with 20 points difference. Neither of us mentioned her embroidery exploits as a cause of possible RSI.
Looking back on what I have just written indicates why I seem to lack time to pursue artistic things and now I must prepare for having some friends in for Sunday lunch. I wish to become a hermit.
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