Chapter 453 - When is a Fall Not a Fall?

Yesterday to Bunnings , a variant for our Sunday shopping outing. A tap fitted water filter (to replace the plastic box in the kitchen), weed killer (for obvious reasons) and punnets of pansies for the raised garden bed (she coerced me to remove old flowers, tomato plants and mint running wild on Saturday).While I fitted the filter to the kitchen tap, she took her wheel chair outside to find more weeds in the garden; she has a fascination to dig her fingers into the garden soil. Hearing her call, I went outside to find her in a heap on the paving near the side gate. No harm done, not even to either of us dragging her back up onto the wheel chair. I can only assume she leans too far forward in the wheel chair, which then tips. At least the second time this has happened out there.

Last Wednesday she and J from Wild Dog almost completed to the design started on the 10000. Except that the top thread had not been threaded correctly on the fourth last colour, a rats nest on the underside of the design, bobbin removed and not replaced correctly causing come needle holes in the casing that needed a little repair. Anyway she was then able to complete it. Onto another design (I hooped it). She has difficulty seeing the needle for threading, even with several lights on the sewing area and her fingers have difficulty manipulating the thread into what must be one of the easier automated threading mechanisms; almost as if she had never done it before, but is getting better with practise.

Her hour or two of sleep each afternoon continues, waking to better mobility as I see from her ability to stand easily in the Sara. After a session on the embroidery machine she seems to sleep better at night. The designs being stitched show Janome colours which need converting to Isacord colours and she is easily confused with a number of colour charts she wishes to use when only one is needed. A further complication is the very small size of the numbers printed on the ends of the Isacord spools.

She is unwilling to attend the local craft group after the first time. I'm unsure whether this is because someone may have "helped" her with the knitting she took along (since pulled apart) or whether she had difficulty coping with their chatter.

Since the choking episode earlier in the week, she is avoiding any lumpy food, even soft pasta in a frozen dinner. Her throat was sore for several days but is now better. Several meals have been thrown out. We are at the point of needing to puree food for her. I'm no longer providing drinking straws for her.

We had 'flu injections on Thursday and on Friday night she was "burning up".