Chapter 550 - We Are Tiring

As she has asked on several mornings recently, she has wished to return to bed after showering this morning. She is turned onto her right hand side, her legs gently rubbed until the dyskinesias cease when she sleeps. Waking about 45 minutes later, I dressed her and gave her breakfast. Later when I tentatively asked whether she wanted to shop, she said yes. So down the street to Target where she fondled most of the clothes on "special" selecting two tops and a pair of slacks, although had I not moved her on in her wheel chair, we may have spent several hours there. As it was, she asked to inspect the men's clothing, none of which I needed, then after we circumnavigated the remainder of the store, we dropped her items in the car and walked down to the shopping centre. These days I leave the car at Target in the lone Disabled slot from where I push the wheel chair further down the street. I had medications and supplies to collect at the chemist, after which she insisted on the paper shop where she needed three magazines. After that she was content to go out to our neighbourhood cafe for a milkshake and a slice of rocky-road pie. The chemist items went onto our account, but we paid out $40 at Target, $20 at the paper shop and $20 at the cafe. We did not bother with lunch on arriving home. I spent the afternoon reading the last few chapters of "Book of Colours" while she fiddled with clothes, trying to figure out how to repair some damage done to a blouse some time ago. I am finding pushing a wheel chair around the shops has become very tiring; perhaps a two seater scooter is needed?

Our yet to be used sling lifter has been parked in a corner of her sewing room. She has decided that it needed to be re-positioned several times this week; I return it to where I wish it to be. On Tuesday afternoon while I was at the doctors' (my left ear is infected again, different anti-biotic drops prescribed this time) she sliced the palm of her left hand while attempting to make an eyelet in the strap of a shoe. I returned home to find band-aid wrappings scattered about and a wad of them on her left hand. I took fright when I inspected the hand, I saw white matter at the bottom of the cut. Ignoring her loud protests, I took her to Emergency where a doctor thought the cut not too bad, best not to have stitches so applied some sort of glue plus some adhesive strands across the cut. The wound is healing reasonably well without infection. While waiting her dyskinesias were quite violent, she poo'ed her pants, begging me to take her home. At home I showered her and dressed her for bed before the Wild Dog Carer arrived.

I have begun asking questions of the Wild Dog Carers whether they have been advised what to do should one of their "clients" show 'flu like symptoms during the current introduction to the Corona Virus. None have said that their management have given advice about the matter. Perhaps an email is needed as I am sure to get a dose of my annual "man 'flu" which I expect will discourage any care assistance.