Chapter 276 - Xmas 2012
My Techo Friend invited us to join him & his at the Thai restaurant yesterday. She, remembering previous experiences with MSG in oriental food, declined but was willing to have lunch at the club. We arrived early so I went to KMart in search of a watch for her, found one for $9 sporting a plastic band, including the clasp, although the stainless steel back of the watch is exposed. Should her skin react to the metal we will paint it with clear nail polish. She has none, not being one to use such decoration, otherwise I would have painted it already.
She only wanted a lunch of roast vegetables for lunch yesterday but when I saw lamb shanks on the menu I surprised her with that. She enjoyed the meal and her meds were conveniently spaced around the time she ate about 12:45. When we decided to leave a bit after 3PM she was unable to stand without grasping a railing and was unable to walk, even holding her walker which she had used to walk into the club, so she had to sit on its seat for me to wheel her to the car. Some stress involved, she fears being tipped out.
After watching the so-called "Carols by Candlelight" (even if I wasn't a Scrooge such "music" is rubbish) from Batman City she went to bed tired. About 1AM I woke to her calling my name from the passage outside the bathroom, a position she had got to pushing her trolley on the way to the toilet. I had great difficulty helping her enter the bathroom & onto the toilet. Then came the problem of returning her to bed. I remember thinking that her legs & feet were as rigid as stilts yet I am unsure whether I helped her push her trolley back or whether I used the wheelchair. This morning neither of us have a clear memory of that part of the saga. Scary though. Unbeknown to me, she rose for the toilet again around 3AM without needing my help.
After storms last night Xmas day is cool & cloudy, much better for her, although she is already sweating. We go for a salad & chicken lunch for we oldies lacking family contact today at our village hall.
She only wanted a lunch of roast vegetables for lunch yesterday but when I saw lamb shanks on the menu I surprised her with that. She enjoyed the meal and her meds were conveniently spaced around the time she ate about 12:45. When we decided to leave a bit after 3PM she was unable to stand without grasping a railing and was unable to walk, even holding her walker which she had used to walk into the club, so she had to sit on its seat for me to wheel her to the car. Some stress involved, she fears being tipped out.
After watching the so-called "Carols by Candlelight" (even if I wasn't a Scrooge such "music" is rubbish) from Batman City she went to bed tired. About 1AM I woke to her calling my name from the passage outside the bathroom, a position she had got to pushing her trolley on the way to the toilet. I had great difficulty helping her enter the bathroom & onto the toilet. Then came the problem of returning her to bed. I remember thinking that her legs & feet were as rigid as stilts yet I am unsure whether I helped her push her trolley back or whether I used the wheelchair. This morning neither of us have a clear memory of that part of the saga. Scary though. Unbeknown to me, she rose for the toilet again around 3AM without needing my help.
After storms last night Xmas day is cool & cloudy, much better for her, although she is already sweating. We go for a salad & chicken lunch for we oldies lacking family contact today at our village hall.
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