Chapter 554 - Life's Little Bothers
To relieve the stresses I walk her in her wheel chair around our village several times each week. The walking is exercise for me and hopefully provides a visual distraction for her. Yesterday I heard her scraping a texture in the timber floor with a tea spoon; I said something regrettable "If you don't stop doing that I'll put you into Wild Dog Care" to which she immediately replied "You can't because they aren't accepting any more people". That comment puzzled me, she must have asked one of her Carers when they visited.
This morning I left an empty Benefiber plastic bottle at the end of the kitchen bench top. I intended to dispose of it in the recycling bin but she claimed it to "put things in"; then I found her picking the remnants of the paper seal from around the mouth of bottle before she then took up a knife to remove the "rough edges" and that resulted in slivers of plastic sticking up which needed cutting away. I took the bottle off her to smooth the raggedness with a file.
Our aged WiiFit has a technical problem I haven't bee able to fix; before our walk she decided to hide the Balance Board away in a cupboard, which meant rolling two DVD pillars out of the way; a torn cover on a DVD jewel case was noticed, which needed attacking to remove the rough edge, the case is pretty well wrecked now so I put it together a found a place for it in the stack. I then removed the Balance Board and all the bits and pieces of the Wii Fit from the TV cupboard, taking the components into the front room out of harm's way.
A few minutes ago she phoned me, unable to wheel herself out of her sewing room because she had blocked access to the door with boxes and trolleys where she had begun to sort balls of wool; already sorted and put away several weeks ago. Her legs were dyskinetic as I wheeled her to the loo for a piddle, then returned her to where she puts her feet up on a lounge chair; I initiated a bolus dose then put the boxes and trolleys back in place without her noticing. The sewing room floor has buttons and odds and ends scattered where she has been "repairing" a pair of shoes for about a week now.
Last weekend, being Easter, several links to church services were sent to us, in this age of potted recordings during the lock downs. She watched 4 or 5, although I'm unsure how much of any. Our great grand daughter with her parents appeared in one service.
Easter Sunday morning I found a foil wrapped chocolate egg on the small metal table on our front porch. Assuming it was left as the Wild Dog carer left the night before as she left, I checked the intruder camera above the front door; but no it was not her and the camera captured nothing else until I went out the next morning. Later on walking around our Village we learned that others had also received eggs, including the manager who was thought to be the culprit, but he wasn't. I have tried several times since then to edge around the wall to the table without the camera or intruder light being triggered, but failed. I may have written before about two figurines on the garden wall in our rear courtyard being found broken; one was smashed down on the pavers whereas the other had been decapitated but only the head was on the pavers and the body was still on the wall. I had removed the two cameras out there because their batteries needed charging.
Last night I put her to bed, well before the Wild Dog carer arrived, because she was so distressed and hot from her leg dyskinesias. I'm unable to predict such phases, either of a morning or evening, when laying down in bed is the only relief for her. And then only relief when I am able to position her on her back or laying on either side with legs positioned, usually separated with a pillow until her body quietens then relaxes. Unfortunately, she is unable to roll her body from one side to the other without assistance. Fortunately her adjustable bed can be raised so that I don't strain my back, at least not much. I'm unsure whether positioning her in bed or just old age that cause my back to be slow to bend and in some pain.
I'm forever tired. One of these mornings I may just refuse to get up at 0600. I'm unable to break the habit of sleeping with an ear bud in my right ear listening to ABC RN all night to distract my thoughts should I wake, yet after 0400 I am alert enough to remember most of what I hear. I use an Amazon Alexa thingy to listen since my aged network radio failed a short time ago.
This morning I left an empty Benefiber plastic bottle at the end of the kitchen bench top. I intended to dispose of it in the recycling bin but she claimed it to "put things in"; then I found her picking the remnants of the paper seal from around the mouth of bottle before she then took up a knife to remove the "rough edges" and that resulted in slivers of plastic sticking up which needed cutting away. I took the bottle off her to smooth the raggedness with a file.
Our aged WiiFit has a technical problem I haven't bee able to fix; before our walk she decided to hide the Balance Board away in a cupboard, which meant rolling two DVD pillars out of the way; a torn cover on a DVD jewel case was noticed, which needed attacking to remove the rough edge, the case is pretty well wrecked now so I put it together a found a place for it in the stack. I then removed the Balance Board and all the bits and pieces of the Wii Fit from the TV cupboard, taking the components into the front room out of harm's way.
A few minutes ago she phoned me, unable to wheel herself out of her sewing room because she had blocked access to the door with boxes and trolleys where she had begun to sort balls of wool; already sorted and put away several weeks ago. Her legs were dyskinetic as I wheeled her to the loo for a piddle, then returned her to where she puts her feet up on a lounge chair; I initiated a bolus dose then put the boxes and trolleys back in place without her noticing. The sewing room floor has buttons and odds and ends scattered where she has been "repairing" a pair of shoes for about a week now.
Last weekend, being Easter, several links to church services were sent to us, in this age of potted recordings during the lock downs. She watched 4 or 5, although I'm unsure how much of any. Our great grand daughter with her parents appeared in one service.
Easter Sunday morning I found a foil wrapped chocolate egg on the small metal table on our front porch. Assuming it was left as the Wild Dog carer left the night before as she left, I checked the intruder camera above the front door; but no it was not her and the camera captured nothing else until I went out the next morning. Later on walking around our Village we learned that others had also received eggs, including the manager who was thought to be the culprit, but he wasn't. I have tried several times since then to edge around the wall to the table without the camera or intruder light being triggered, but failed. I may have written before about two figurines on the garden wall in our rear courtyard being found broken; one was smashed down on the pavers whereas the other had been decapitated but only the head was on the pavers and the body was still on the wall. I had removed the two cameras out there because their batteries needed charging.
Last night I put her to bed, well before the Wild Dog carer arrived, because she was so distressed and hot from her leg dyskinesias. I'm unable to predict such phases, either of a morning or evening, when laying down in bed is the only relief for her. And then only relief when I am able to position her on her back or laying on either side with legs positioned, usually separated with a pillow until her body quietens then relaxes. Unfortunately, she is unable to roll her body from one side to the other without assistance. Fortunately her adjustable bed can be raised so that I don't strain my back, at least not much. I'm unsure whether positioning her in bed or just old age that cause my back to be slow to bend and in some pain.
I'm forever tired. One of these mornings I may just refuse to get up at 0600. I'm unable to break the habit of sleeping with an ear bud in my right ear listening to ABC RN all night to distract my thoughts should I wake, yet after 0400 I am alert enough to remember most of what I hear. I use an Amazon Alexa thingy to listen since my aged network radio failed a short time ago.
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