Chapter 274 - Quiet Path Upwards
Things are better. She has much less pain. Her left hip is so much better that our routine of Tiger Balm oil & vibrator tend to be forgotten. A spot on her hip remains tender, pains & aches occur down her left leg. I can't remember the last time she needed to be rescued with the wheelchair. That's not to say she doesn't have awkward moments. A day or so ago my CB radio clicked; I thought I had bumped it in my pocket, I decided to ask "Was that you?" and the reply was an anguished yell sounding hollow so I found her in the bathroom seated on the shower chair, slacks half down, unable to arrange her clothing, unable to rise. Last night she stayed too long at her embroidery machine, too close to meds time, stuck unable to rise from her chair. And yet at times she is quite mobile, as yesterday afternoon when she went around the corner to her friend's place pushing her walker.
Several mornings ago she told me there was a frog in the bedroom during the night. I hid my concern about this comment. Last night when my CPAP was running & I was almost asleep she said "There it is again - there's a frog in here." I stopped my CPAP and damn it all - there was a frog croaking somewhere outside the bedroom window I decided after I rose to determine the direction the croaks, at maybe 5 second intervals, came from. I returned to bed and sleep.
On Saturday we shopped for some clothes, she in her favourite shop, although most of the clothes to my eye suited the populace on the south side of town. She also wanted to check the availability of firm, solid chairs at a store in the main street having a "moving to new premises" sale. I said "That shop is just opposite the mall, isn't it?" She assured me that the shop was too far up the street to park at the mall. To humour her I drove several blocks along a side street before doubling back down the main street, not finding the store in question until we were almost abreast the mall. Her sense of street layout is decidedly whacky. Yet she is able to complete patchwork quilting quite easily, she is able to arrange small geometrical shapes better than I could but is very confused by street layouts. When driving aided by the GPS I like her to indicate whether the next turn right or left is the one to take when the dismembered voice says "Turn right/left in 300 metres" but that seems difficult, maybe because she concentrates more on the traffic around us.
Several mornings ago she told me there was a frog in the bedroom during the night. I hid my concern about this comment. Last night when my CPAP was running & I was almost asleep she said "There it is again - there's a frog in here." I stopped my CPAP and damn it all - there was a frog croaking somewhere outside the bedroom window I decided after I rose to determine the direction the croaks, at maybe 5 second intervals, came from. I returned to bed and sleep.
On Saturday we shopped for some clothes, she in her favourite shop, although most of the clothes to my eye suited the populace on the south side of town. She also wanted to check the availability of firm, solid chairs at a store in the main street having a "moving to new premises" sale. I said "That shop is just opposite the mall, isn't it?" She assured me that the shop was too far up the street to park at the mall. To humour her I drove several blocks along a side street before doubling back down the main street, not finding the store in question until we were almost abreast the mall. Her sense of street layout is decidedly whacky. Yet she is able to complete patchwork quilting quite easily, she is able to arrange small geometrical shapes better than I could but is very confused by street layouts. When driving aided by the GPS I like her to indicate whether the next turn right or left is the one to take when the dismembered voice says "Turn right/left in 300 metres" but that seems difficult, maybe because she concentrates more on the traffic around us.
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