Chapter 271 - A Disappointment
Yesterday was the family gathering, ostensibly for Xmas except there was no Xmas noises or decorations evident. A good day for all the second cousins, the grandchildren of the three sisters. One was absent due to ill health and the majority of ours live too far away to come. The kids had a riotous time throwing water bombs at each other, water bombs of which I was unsure whether defective balloons or coloured condoms.
The females of the family were very interested in her "A Christmas Carol" table cloth spread upon the pool table in the village hall, and I suppose that was the closest to appropriate decorations. The birthday cake she made for her 70th, iced by her friend around the corner, topped by the flowered decoration placed by her mother on her cake when she turned 60, was a bit of a flop. Her birthday a month gone, me not being a party type willing to lead others in singing Happy Birthday, no one really noticed the cake after she cut it. This morning she is cutting it into pieces so we will have much to eat with a cuppa. I am depressed.
Late last Sunday afternoon she came shopping with me, I pushing the shopping trolley, she her walker which doubles as a wheelchair. She made it around the supermarket until we reached the checkout, then needed to exit to sit on a bench. We were so loaded with food stuffs that I made several trips to the truck then returned for her to wheel her out in the walker arranged as a wheel chair. Her meds had simply shut down leaving her a cripple.
On Monday we made her last visit for Bowen therapy. Again she was left with an over-all dull ache as if she had been pummeled, which she hadn't of course. In hindsight, the Bowen has done her good, her sharp pain, especially in her left leg, are alleviated but by no means gone.
Wednesday saw us at the neuro in Hot Air City. We talked to him more than we usually do and I gave him a summary of her meds intake over a period of several weeks. I told him of the several phones calls to the state PD support group, the nurse involved with the apomorphine distributor, my talking to the local district nurse, our concern that she speaks to someone using a diffusion pump, when he decided to force the issue, rang the PD nurse in Hot Air City to set up an appointment to have her assessed for apomorphine. Good in a way I suppose, we need to find out at least whether she is suitable for the treatment which she wasn't 12 years ago when we were in the West.
The females of the family were very interested in her "A Christmas Carol" table cloth spread upon the pool table in the village hall, and I suppose that was the closest to appropriate decorations. The birthday cake she made for her 70th, iced by her friend around the corner, topped by the flowered decoration placed by her mother on her cake when she turned 60, was a bit of a flop. Her birthday a month gone, me not being a party type willing to lead others in singing Happy Birthday, no one really noticed the cake after she cut it. This morning she is cutting it into pieces so we will have much to eat with a cuppa. I am depressed.
Late last Sunday afternoon she came shopping with me, I pushing the shopping trolley, she her walker which doubles as a wheelchair. She made it around the supermarket until we reached the checkout, then needed to exit to sit on a bench. We were so loaded with food stuffs that I made several trips to the truck then returned for her to wheel her out in the walker arranged as a wheel chair. Her meds had simply shut down leaving her a cripple.
On Monday we made her last visit for Bowen therapy. Again she was left with an over-all dull ache as if she had been pummeled, which she hadn't of course. In hindsight, the Bowen has done her good, her sharp pain, especially in her left leg, are alleviated but by no means gone.
Wednesday saw us at the neuro in Hot Air City. We talked to him more than we usually do and I gave him a summary of her meds intake over a period of several weeks. I told him of the several phones calls to the state PD support group, the nurse involved with the apomorphine distributor, my talking to the local district nurse, our concern that she speaks to someone using a diffusion pump, when he decided to force the issue, rang the PD nurse in Hot Air City to set up an appointment to have her assessed for apomorphine. Good in a way I suppose, we need to find out at least whether she is suitable for the treatment which she wasn't 12 years ago when we were in the West.
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