Chapter 555 - Too Tired But I Must Write
She is in bed now; since 1830 asleep, waking just before the Wild Dog Carer arrived at 1900, the nice one with a pleasant voice and a comforting presence. They get on well together. I took one of our swivel chairs into the bedroom so they can chat together. As I lifted her off the loo onto her wheel chair she was dripping with sweat; her legs were madly dyskinetic yet as soon as I laid her on her back on her bed she fell asleep and of course the dyskinesias stopped.
She had her first outing last Wednesday afternoon when we had our 'flu injections. The short drive to and from the surgery stressed her, not the injection. Neither of us has had any reaction to the injection.
The timber floor in the centre of the house was badly scratched with a pair of scissors, the joins between the timber seeming to be "dirt". Part of the carpet in her sewing room was again scraped with something and I found "string" protruding at the cupboard doors. I cut off the loose pieces. The hot plates of the stove had carbonised spills not easy to remove so I found a small but sharp cheese knife in the cutlery drawers for her to scrape away the carbon; when she finished I took away the knife after she decided to scrape around the enameled trim. A chrome plated tea strainer was found which, to her at least, had "dirt" beneath the edges of the wire filter mesh and its retaining ring. First the mesh was removed, and punctured, with a pair of small scissors the the retaining ring was prised away. The remainder was spot welded together so although these parts could not be removed, they were bent attempting to. I took some photos of the results. Initially as an object is on its way to becoming dismembered the reason is "dirt" when I ask but later her answer is non-committal or just a shrug of her shoulders. The panels knitted with thick wool some weeks ago are now being unpicked again, needing much cutting and tugging when knots are made. In consequence, many small balls are made and a lot goes into the bin. All these activities keep her occupied for hours and at times a day or two. I had cut 4 or 5 rose buds for her and over the course of a week the buds had fully bloomed; I replaced the water once or twice. This morning she must have decided the roses were finished, so all the petals were plucked off, leaving the stems, leaves and the small but bald centres in the vase.
During this lock down era of the plaque I frequently hear, on TV, grandmothers upset about being unable to have physical contact their with grandchildren. We have never experienced the joy of much contact with our seven grandchildren, all of whom are now adults, so what we never had we hardly miss. I can only wonder the causes; geographical distance, Parkinson's Disease, personalities? Much too late now for such is life.
I had a phone consultation with my clinical psychologist on Wednesday. I waffled about a few odd things that concern me such as the impact of elections in the so-called "Land of the Free" and minor, more relevant matters such as my feeling less stressed for not going down town yet not being motivated to being more productive with the time saved. I gather this is a common feeling for many people. Next time we will have a Zoom appointment, as we had on that same day for the Dementia Carers' Group.
She had her first outing last Wednesday afternoon when we had our 'flu injections. The short drive to and from the surgery stressed her, not the injection. Neither of us has had any reaction to the injection.
The timber floor in the centre of the house was badly scratched with a pair of scissors, the joins between the timber seeming to be "dirt". Part of the carpet in her sewing room was again scraped with something and I found "string" protruding at the cupboard doors. I cut off the loose pieces. The hot plates of the stove had carbonised spills not easy to remove so I found a small but sharp cheese knife in the cutlery drawers for her to scrape away the carbon; when she finished I took away the knife after she decided to scrape around the enameled trim. A chrome plated tea strainer was found which, to her at least, had "dirt" beneath the edges of the wire filter mesh and its retaining ring. First the mesh was removed, and punctured, with a pair of small scissors the the retaining ring was prised away. The remainder was spot welded together so although these parts could not be removed, they were bent attempting to. I took some photos of the results. Initially as an object is on its way to becoming dismembered the reason is "dirt" when I ask but later her answer is non-committal or just a shrug of her shoulders. The panels knitted with thick wool some weeks ago are now being unpicked again, needing much cutting and tugging when knots are made. In consequence, many small balls are made and a lot goes into the bin. All these activities keep her occupied for hours and at times a day or two. I had cut 4 or 5 rose buds for her and over the course of a week the buds had fully bloomed; I replaced the water once or twice. This morning she must have decided the roses were finished, so all the petals were plucked off, leaving the stems, leaves and the small but bald centres in the vase.
During this lock down era of the plaque I frequently hear, on TV, grandmothers upset about being unable to have physical contact their with grandchildren. We have never experienced the joy of much contact with our seven grandchildren, all of whom are now adults, so what we never had we hardly miss. I can only wonder the causes; geographical distance, Parkinson's Disease, personalities? Much too late now for such is life.
I had a phone consultation with my clinical psychologist on Wednesday. I waffled about a few odd things that concern me such as the impact of elections in the so-called "Land of the Free" and minor, more relevant matters such as my feeling less stressed for not going down town yet not being motivated to being more productive with the time saved. I gather this is a common feeling for many people. Next time we will have a Zoom appointment, as we had on that same day for the Dementia Carers' Group.
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